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But, you think putting semen on your face as a nightcream is normal. That is so far from normal it’s in another sphere.
Ben - co worker, friend -
ah. breathlessness, we meet again.
Posted on May 24, 2012 with 4 notes
Source: blog.jolynch.com.au
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Posted on May 24, 2012 with 7 notes
Source: wix.com
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on sad days I drink earl grey.
I think I am going to have to buy some more.
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Three pretty ladies.
Posted on May 24, 2012 via Lynchalot with 3 notes
Source: joolynch
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(via lizzyteaspoon)
Posted on May 22, 2012 via Fuck Yeah Movie Club with 739 notes
Source: fuckyeahmovieclub
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Tonight, I learnt that matter can neither be created nor destroyed. This means that every single particle that completes us has existed since time began and will continue to exist for time immeasurable. And in an enlightened second, I started to imagine every particle I am made of colliding with every part of you, for the brief moments we existed in. I imagined our particles colliding again long after we go. I imagined existing forever with someone I love more than death could ever take from me. For THAT moment death felt lighter, love felt less complicated, loss was non existent, and missing you became bearable. But most importantly, I realised there was truth in the belief that nothing is ever truly lost…and truth is something I could really use right now.
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Back in Paris they had happy moments together, like stills from a perfume ad (dashing hand in hand down the steps of Montmartre; or suddenly revealed in motionless embrace on the Pont des Arts by the lights of a bateau-mouche as it turned). There were the Sunday afternoon half-arguments, too, the moments of silence when bodies curl up beneath the sheets on the long shores of silence and apathy where life founders. Annabelle’s studio was so dark they had to turn on the lights at four in the afternoon. They sometimes were sad, but mostly they were serious. Both of them knew that this would be their last human relationship, and this feeling lacerated every moment they spent together. They had a great respect and a profound sympathy for each other, and there were days when, caught up in some sudden magic, they knew moments of fresh air and glorious, bracing sunshine. For the most part, however, they could feel a gray shadow moving over them, on the earth that supported them, and in everything they could glimpse the end.
Michel_Houellebecq -
From The Shape of Your Tongue - Triny Finlay
Posted on May 20, 2012 via YIMMY'S YAYO™ with 1,801 notes
Source: yimmyayo
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Have they changed the way they’re doing zippers these days?
Cute, clueless boys at work -
you know how Helga love hates Arnold? that is how I feel about every person ever right now.
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From law school memes on Facebook. Study time! (Taken with instagram)
if only I had listened :-(
Posted on May 17, 2012 via K IS FOR KANI with 3 notes
Source: kisforkani
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Posted on May 16, 2012 with 7 notes
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Thank God posters like this existed in 1830, otherwise Indigenous Australians might have been under some kind of misinterpreted impression that the British were bias in their treatment of native defendants.
Posted on May 16, 2012 with 3 notes
Source: foundingdocs.gov.au
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I am going to take this as a “yes” to my marriage proposal?
