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"At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it."-Arthur Golden (Memoirs of a Geisha)
I Wanna Be Yours (Acoustic) - Arctic Monkeys
I need to have sex to this
this is what got me hooked on their music
definition of perfection
What the fuck what the fuck what the actual fuck
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Some days I’m Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines, some days I’m Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb.
I cannot begin to tell you how impressed I am.
Lately it feels like the days are long, and the nights are longer. Today we learnt that architecture is not just seen, but it is felt and we associate places we’ve visited with the memories attached to them. And I could remember all the quaint towns we passed. The walls of buildings with paint chipped in the corners and the dusty streets with shacks that sell lights made out of old bottles of beer. I’ve spent hours looking through old photo albums, journals, yearbooks, anything to help me recall what it used to be like. I can’t remember the last time I woke up contended with how my life has turned out. It’s been 3 years, I should move on, but tomorrow on my way to class I’ll pass the old tree by bus stand on which we engraved our names, marking our presence, together, and I’ll fall back into the loop again.