If you wake up and you’re not in pain, you know you’re dead.
—Russian Proverb (via elsweyr)
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—Russian Proverb (via elsweyr)
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—Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness (via sadsapling)
(Source: deaths-and-entrances, via artificialorchid)
(via sinister-hex)
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pronunciation | \zEn-‘zUkt\
submitted by | sehnsucht [thewitchnebula] and Life Ruining via the BBC [liferuiningviabbc]
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(via amandaonwriting)
—Andrea Gibson (via putovati)
(Source: likeloveadore, via mental-allure)
Time. Time is like a medicine.
No different from the pills they offer you.
It makes you numb. And bitter.
But it never heals anything. It just doesn’t.
Numb and bitter. Nothing else.