that happy place

web version of my black books. these are things i like, or love. or things that make me feel something inexplicable - hey, anything good.

Archive

Nov
8th

Sun

scusiscusi:

mummymeat:

tulletulle:

kirkwood/rodarte

these are awesome..like teaparty shoes for a futuristic dystopian lolita

always loved these

themapmaker:

sometimes, with the windows closed, you sit and think of me.

scusiscusi:

kazukij:

sampler:

school girl complex -スクールガールコンプレックス- - 　sgcx no.340

eh

eheh

I have been thinking… what if there is a person who has a parallel life to mine? What if we go through the same things but we just don’t know about each other? What if we are reading the same book simultaneously and use the same toothpaste, drink the same brand of coffee, and order the same kind of sushi? What if we laugh at the same stupid stuff, and share the same pet peeves? Imagine what if we were born in the same year, in the same month, and on the same day? What if he too forgot his umbrella at home today, and it is pouring where he lives like it is pouring here? What if we are soul mates, it’s just that we will never meet? But parallel lines do meet conceptually in infinity, and maybe as I am thinking this, he is thinking about me, and our minds meet, conceptually, in infinity, breaking free from our bodies.

—

by: Glory Szabo (via quote-book)

I wonder about this sometimes.

Not in the context of soulmates as in being the love of my life and all that.

The other could be a ‘she’, for all I know.

But I wonder about this, and now, even more.

(via quietly-explosive)

sexy (via shoelust)

mliaverage:

Today, I joined the “I Hate the Little Triangle that the Windshield Wipers Don’t Clean” group on Facebook. Finally someone understands me. MLIA.

lookbookdotnu:

When the sun shines we ll shine together

(via papertissue)

(via twothousandthings)

I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor… I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

— Rorschach = full of win (via lullabyeblues) (via intuitiveaptitude) (via fantasticness) (via booklover)