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For Maho
On the eve of battle,
Bury your bullets,
Dismantle your sword,
Lay down your hands
In the beach sand,
Insubordinate
Coordinates
And sabotage
Their espionage.I’ll uncork the
Victory wine
And together
We can share
This glass;
For tomorrow
They will die
And we will
Patiently pass.(via sgriska)
Posted on April 1, 2012 via Addicted to Words with 10 notes
Source: animalitia
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People are often unreasonable and self-centred. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway. If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway. For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.
Mother Teresa (via shaktilover)(via sgriska)
Posted on March 22, 2012 via A man walks into a blog ... with 164 notes
Source: supprosetry
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idk what this means. but what it is is the number 8 (or the infinity symbol standing upright), interposed with 2 A’s, 2 Z’s, and an hourglass.
(via sgriska)
Posted on March 15, 2012 via good shepard with 4 notes
Source: goodshepard
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(via sgriska)
Posted on March 14, 2012 via treasure island with 353 notes
Source: capricornchild
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Swimming Pagoda Battleships
There’s a dark ghostly blue,
I see swimming ships;
Pagodas made of steel.
There’s a pale yellow blare,
I see tainted snow;
Oh Neotokyo.
In matrix and mending
In hope of defending
Indigo fate
Oh Japan, revenge
There’s a dark green smoke
I see tainted souls;
Pagodas made of gold.
There’s a rush of red
I see flags burning;
Oh Neotokyo.
In matrix and mending
In hope of defending
Indigo fate
Oh Japan, revenge
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3/11
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The Strawberry Spy (and Ukigumo, the Killer)
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But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via sailor-amalthea)(via sailor-amalthea)
Posted on March 10, 2012 via Unchanged Expressions with 385 notes
Source: unchangedexpressions
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(via broken--mind)
Posted on March 10, 2012 via Too lost to be found with 492 notes
Source: s-a-v-i-o-r
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These map outfits. Bon Voyage Tour. Rockin on Japan. Scanned and edited by myself
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Lose, Find, tomato, tomahto…
Posted on March 10, 2012 via Friend of Wounds with 11 notes
Source: friendofwounds
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From my own experience, when someone is trying very hard to get something, they don’t. And when they’re running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.
Posted on January 17, 2012 via excerpt with 93 notes
Source: anec-dotes
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(via thevulgarizm)
Posted on January 17, 2012 via PJ with 6,280 notes
Source: Flickr / ren-hang
Breastfeed a Clichee
