Hear, hear!
...words and shit, that's all. Pretty much a personal senseless venting machine...and it's all words, I have regular tumblr for everything else. There are no pictures, there are no videos, there's no music...just words, lots and lots of words. Of course there's a lot of those pictures with some sort of clever aesthetically pleasing little phrase...but you get the idea.
Hear, hear!
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n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
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Do I get the gold chariot, do I float to the ceiling?
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hello i like money
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