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22/Darling i'm down and lonely

By-valeria_cherchi_4

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 Song Selection by Taylor


Senseless Acts of Beauty

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21/"The present’s not that pleasant"

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20/Quotes Vol. 2

Withoutyou
fuck yeah love

Womenaremeant
sullen & sullied


Youwereonmymind
ilove

Iloveyoulove
Frozen Heartbeats

Amigood
we are the atmosphere

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19/Borderlands

The biggest surprisingly awesome game of the year is "Borderlands". It's my second favorite game of the whole year. I've met the best people on Xbox Live while playing this game and the continuous Downloadable Content keeps making it fun.

+ Zombie Island DLC Trailer
+ Mad Moxxi DLC Trailer

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18/the undocumented life of a man without a serial number [3]

By the girl who tamed the tiger444

Realities I chose to ignore: alone it is. I have no resolutions, it was a very difficult year. With the precision of a nuclear bomb I shall enjoy the night. Swans and Women are difficult. I knew every crease in her voice. I can hear her now saying "Is this fucking charming or a charming fuck ?" We had a war against dusk.

At night I randomly open the dictionary. It is on a desk by my window. I move the curtain so that there is some room for the morning’s sunlight to fall upon it. I wake up and look at the first word I see illuminated. Today it was Hope. I feel like I have access to the divine this way. Tonight might pass faster and I could dream of bikinis and bullets.

I woke up and the word 'Alone' was embedded in every strand of hair on me. I decided to live life like a movie, as Andy Warhol suggested. My mind and my body are still working on the budget.

Art as religion is the thesis I tried to live as a juvenile. I want to be caught in an epidemic of creativity. My body oozes text. It spells disconnection. I demand to break Anxiety. Nothing left but to stop and direct my life away from Love and panic.

by the girl who tamed the tiger

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17/maybe be could be friends

Nakedbeach

"although we've forgotten how to swim...
I think, perhaps,
since I saw you lying there
naked on the beach
maybe be could be friends."
Joan Ellis

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by jessica2863 

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16/Evolution of a Sandman Book Cover

  90s 2000s

2010s
Covers by Dave McKean
90's, 00's, 10's

I always thought the 00's version was ugly, but the 2010 version seems very disconnected with the story within. No representation of Orpheus at all on the cover is peculiar.

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15/Shrink

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"Happiness. Happiness is a word for a feeling. Feelings are rarely understood; in a moment they are quickly forgotten and misremembered."

This is one of my favorite movies of the year. I can't recommend it enough.

+ Trailer

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14/You come to me with positions

ByEylülAslan

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 Song Selection by goldenfiddlr


some required: I am the obsessor.

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13/the undocumented life of a man without a serial number [2]

McKeanbookreader

I am against textual ambition. The secret themes of my devastation have led me here, in boredom, without memory, plotting to start again. All of my past is solidly behind me at last, yet I will always be a victim to a sexy dress. I am waiting for the perpetual playback of my failures to cease. Nothing frustrates me more than a woman who will not let her-self be adored. Like an undeveloped dream, it is time for me to dial up a groove. I broke my promise not to suffer, and now. I have to start all over to earn my solitude.

 Art: Dave McKean, Cages 

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