February 2012
“Spitting in the old barns Walking with my four arms Living for the hay”
– Llama Del Rey (via manic-pixie—dream-girl)
January 2012
albert camus
jesuisperdu:
“the gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. they had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.”
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“You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at...”
– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via light-essence)
