Yet you still value the things you’ve lost the most. Because the things you’ve lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating. Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You. (via babanees)
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Pablo Panda at his finest
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damn @stillriceball and Jolo, you guys are famous
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Sick
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“The second that I became more centered and aware of who I am, my performances got better, and I was better able to relate to people. For a long time, I was pretending to be someone that I wasn’t, and I was miserable. When I came out and said, “I’m human, I’ve got problems, but I’m willing to share them,” that’s when I started to really connect.”
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I’m about this life
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