angria:

“… I wonder if I will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.”

— Bao Phi, from “Vocabulary,” Thousand Star Hotel (via lifeinpoetry)

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twistedbutchknight:

The other day I politely returned the question “how are you doing?” at a driver who asked the same of me, and he replied “oh, you know, same soup just reheated” and I can’t stop thinking about that

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theselockscreens:

without u, beach goons.

like if you save! pics are mine, words are not.