We ignored truths for temporary happiness.
― six words; twenty-eight (via bluejaysong)
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via larmoyante)


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