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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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10:34 am, reblogged from The Antidote by tranceoxide2,302 notes

I think we are worlds compressed into human form.

Jeanette Winterson, The Daylight Gate

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09:41 am, reblogged from The Antidote by tranceoxide2,906 notes

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
Edith Sitwell (via mythologyofblue)


What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?
Michelangelo (via panatmansam)

10:04 am, reblogged from Sam's Garden by tranceoxide122 notes

Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the gods made for fun.
 Alan Wilson Watts (via purplebuddhaproject)

09:26 am, reblogged from Sam's Garden by tranceoxide434 notes

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
Kafka on the shore by Haruki Murakami (via harukimurakami)

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09:20 am, reblogged from Haruki Murakami by tranceoxide102 notes

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10:18 am, reblogged from Blazin Uzumaki by tranceoxide959 notes

I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful.
Unknown (via quotethat)



Happiness or sorrow— Whatever befalls you, Walk on Untouched, unattached.

Buddha

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08:16 pm, reblogged from The Antidote by tranceoxide293 notes

The person here now isn’t the real me. Fourteen years ago I became half the person I used to be. I wish I could have met you when I was whole—that would have been wonderful. But it’s pointless to think about that now.
Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami (via retrotica)

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Yes.

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