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You can’t breathe — so you write. Mindy Nettifee (via 1missedcallfrommom)

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Dear Coachella. You make it impossible to leave. Literally. We had to walk 8 miles. And I swallowed a bathtub full of sand. @yourgirlchuck @docdanger @izakr @mlyoes
Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it. Moscow Chestnova (Happy Moscow, Andrey Platonov)

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At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all. H. G. Wells (via sleepystoryteller)

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