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That would be the best day ever
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(via imgTumble)oh god i cant
Oo la la
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"These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her."
— Haruki Murakami (via millionen)
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Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
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“Tui and La, your Moon and Ocean, have always circled each other in an eternal dance. They balance each other. Push, and pull. Life, and death. Good, and evil. Yin, and yang.”
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