"Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton".

by (Clarickel)

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My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole. Fyodor Dostoevsky (via mirroir)

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Drive by Warpaint
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…why does one day
cling to another? Why does a night’s blackness
drain into the mouth? Why the dead? Pablo Neruda, There’s No Forgetting (Sonata)

(Source: glassrib)

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We found this in an abandoned parking lot today
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