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Imprisoned beneath the world where the soulless dwell.
Lies a place that the damned call home.
A place where the virtuous hide in fear.
A place we see only in our nightmares.
A place where the sun is silent.

if my life was a tv show it would be of me watching tv shows

parkinq:

pale blog that follows back similar
  • commercial: "have you or someone you love-"
  • me: slow down thats the same person
"Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?"
Sigmund Freud   (via ckgarden)

(Source: wizlaqueefa, via b-udi)

12seas:

Twisty Madronna on Mt. Rose trail. by bikejr on Flickr.
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I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.

(Source: dangnikki, via kuzimu)

tupacabra:

who wants to start a screamo michael bublé cover band with me

(via makenialldroolbyhischin)