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My mind has been in the bath too long and it has gone all pruny and soft. I run on fear and paranoia but for some reason those feelings have seeped out in exchange for a warm, lulling complacency. I’m like a ball of yarn that used to be tightly and perfectly wound, but now at the end of the line I am nothing but a loose tangle of left over string that gets shoved into a drawer, useless and forgotten. If I’m going to make it to the end, I need something to scare me. NOW.
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The moon is like a mystery novel, the sun like a motivational self-help book, and the stars a coffee table book of photography. The sky is the whole library, and God the librarian.
— Pepper Giardino (via theplanet)