Random Acts of Boredom

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4th December 2013

Photo reblogged from B&W - BLACK AND WHITE with 1,034 notes

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4th December 2013

Photo reblogged from Lines by CXQAINE® with 34 notes

asmodeusblack:

always with me, always with you. on We Heart Ithttp://weheartit.com/entry/84355004/via/ASMODEUSBLACK

asmodeusblack:

always with me, always with you. on We Heart It
http://weheartit.com/entry/84355004/via/ASMODEUSBLACK

3rd December 2013

Photo reblogged from B as in Brielle with 36 notes

basinbrielle:

i have nothing på We Heart It http://weheartit.com/entry/86961052

basinbrielle:

i have nothing på We Heart It http://weheartit.com/entry/86961052

3rd December 2013

Quote reblogged from I am mad but north-north-west with 67 notes

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via strawberrysaturn)

3rd December 2013

Photo reblogged from The Mind of the Mouse with 20 notes

siodamouse:

Word of the week
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siodamouse:

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3rd December 2013

Photo reblogged from She lives the poetry she cannot write with 21 notes

3rd December 2013

Photo reblogged from fuck.you.and.your.opinions. with 20 notes

yoursilenthill:

i’m wide awake, it’s morning on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/31316470

yoursilenthill:

i’m wide awake, it’s morning on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/31316470

3rd December 2013

Photoset reblogged from Believe in the heart of the cards! with 12 notes

zumpachi:

Bench, the ultimate philosophy school (with the window of the bus)

3rd December 2013

Quote reblogged from Exist with 25 notes

I exist because I think…and I can’t stop myself from thinking. At this very moment—it’s frightful—if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: the hatred, the disgust of existing, there are as many ways to make myself exist, to thrust myself into existence.
— "Nausea" Jean-Paul Sartre (via swanofthedawn)