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ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
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Some weird tv show thing… (via hanaisstillhere)
Look around you. Just look around you.
It is an absolute classic. Peter seraphinowicz!
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‘But gold and god will never rival
The way your fingers curl.’
From (Untitled Fragment), House of Leaves, Mark Danielewski.
Marcel Proust playing air guitar on a tennis racket circa 1892. What more do you need to know?
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Illustration of Other Mother by Chris Riddel for the UK 10th anniversary edition of Coraline by Neil Gaiman
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It actually stuns me how so many rules of social conduct are arbitrary and completely unnecessary.
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Easily contented. Current major interests can be found in blog title.
