Kirsten Hundza

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me during shower time: What is my mission here on earth? What would have happened if Hitler got killed before he started the war? What if is there's a bigger force controlling us right now?

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me during shower time: What is my mission here on earth? What would have happened if Hitler got killed before he started the war? What if is there's a bigger force controlling us right now?
me almost falling asleep: I think I've solved the mystery of Atlantis and the cure for cancer and starving in Africa and the problems for all bad things in the universe
me during the day: how do I spell house?

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andrewbreitel: me

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andrewbreitel:

me

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"If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me."

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“If flowers can grow
through blankets of melting snow,
there is hope for me.”

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Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

(via tylerknott)

"I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret,..."

Sat, 19 May 2012 17:55:42 -0700

“I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.”

- Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via cavum)

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ch4rcoal: Chills. by Maxwell Thaddeus on Flickr.

Sat, 19 May 2012 08:46:49 -0700

ch4rcoal:

Chills. by Maxwell Thaddeus on Flickr.

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boniverotica: Yesterday, in the still silence of dusk, Bon Iver...

Sat, 19 May 2012 08:42:53 -0700

boniverotica:

Yesterday, in the still silence of dusk, Bon Iver began to tell me of his boyhood. His mother’s warmth and his father’s distance. The time his brother Leland was lost in the woods for three days. The bracing cold of the water from the spring behind his home. The smell of his grandfather’s tobacco and the sound of his grandmother’s voice, slow and sweet as molasses. All the scrapes and struggles that had shaped him. He held me close, and I could feel the heart of that little boy beating furiously inside his chest.