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There is a moment when all hope disappears, all pride is gone, all expectation, all faith, all desire. I own that moment. It belongs to me. That's when I hear the sound. The sound of a mind breaking.

- shatter






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panatmansam:

kevwil: ”Ice Age” by Christina_Angquico 

panatmansam:

kevwil: ”Ice Age” by Christina_Angquico 

11:04 am, reblogged from Sam's Garden by tranceoxide21 notes

One can never understand, in the light of day, the depths of the gloom of night.
Friedrich Nietzsche  (via panatmansam)

11:04 am, reblogged from Sam's Garden by tranceoxide33 notes



panatmansam:

sapphire1707:  by sebastiengd 

panatmansam:

sapphire1707:  by sebastiengd 

11:03 am, reblogged from Sam's Garden by tranceoxide86 notes

teapalm:

(Tasha Marie) | Rain

teapalm:

(Tasha Marie) | Rain


What role does silence have in all this noise?
Federico Felini (via nathanielstuart)

10:48 am, reblogged from nathaniel stuart by tranceoxide5 notes

theantidote:

Antiscians

theantidote:

Antiscians

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10:17 am, reblogged from The Antidote by tranceoxide1,611 notes

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In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

Carl Jung

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11:07 am, reblogged from The Antidote by tranceoxide3,221 notes

Personally I think there is only one thing to do: find the task we have been placed on this earth to do, and accomplish it as best we can, with all our strength, without making things complicated or thinking there’s anything divine about our animal nature. This is the only way we will ever feel that we have been doing something constructive when death comes to get us. Freedom, choice, will and so on? Chimeras. We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of the bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.
Muriel Barbary (via nathanielstuart)

07:29 pm, reblogged from nathaniel stuart by tranceoxide16 notes

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
Margaret Atwood, “Variation on the Word Sleep,” from Notes Towards a Poem That Can Never Be Written  (via ha-n)

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06:05 pm, reblogged from 白 by tranceoxide433 notes

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Everything is temporary.
3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via unlustified)

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09:01 pm, reblogged from Simplicity by tranceoxide454,895 notes

If two points are destined to touch, the universe will always find a way to make the connection - even when all hope seems to be lost. Certain ties cannot be broken. They define who we are - and who we can become. Across space, across time, among paths we cannot predict - nature always finds a way.
from Touch   (via thatkindofwoman)

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12:54 pm, reblogged from Simplicity by tranceoxide36,123 notes