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"Every morning, we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part."
Nicole Williams (via sooothe)

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— 10 months ago with 118497 notes
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Math, so honest and pure, only one answer to everything.

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Namedropper

— 1 year ago
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The truth is that all important facts out themselves eventually, and sometimes it is better to hang back and let them unfold in the course of due time, this is what gives life its mystery, its edge of unpredictability.

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Ask Me Anything

— 1 year ago
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He learnt to live with the truth. Not to accept it but to live with it. It was like living with an elephant. His room was tiny, and every morning he had to squeeze around the truth just to get to the bathroom. To reach the armoire to get a pair of underpants he had to crawl under the truth, praying it wouldn’t choose that moment to sit on his face. At night, when he closed his eyes, he felt it looming above him.

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The History of Love

— 1 year ago with 1 note
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Cat says my world view lacks depth and is merely bitterness. I dispute this. I feel no bitterness. I see things as they are. Nature is selfish. All creatures kill to survive. Love is a mechanism to propogate the species. Beauty is a trick that fades. Friendship is an arrangement for mutual advantage. Goodness is not rewarded, and evil is not punished. Religion is superstition. Death is annihilation. And as for God, if he exists at all he stopped caring for humankind centuries ago. Wouldn’t you? So why leave my room?

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The Society of Others

— 1 year ago
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She was at the wheel feeling sure of herself and beautiful, and she went on thinking: was it really love that bound her to Klima or only the fear of losing him? And if it could be said that at the beginning this fear had been the anxious form of love, as time passes had not love (tired, worn out) slipped away from that form? Was what finally remained only fear, fear without love? And what would remain if she lost that fear?

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Farewell Waltz by Milan Kundera

— 1 year ago
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