I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.
Frédéric Chopin  (via mirroir)
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It’s so fuckin’ heroic.
George Carlin (via mirroir)
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.
I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz Kafka  (via brutalite)
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trippy as bro

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trippy as bro

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Catrin Welz-Stein
Unborn Ideas

learnbabylon:

Catrin Welz-Stein

Unborn Ideas