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Corporate Identity by Reto Schmid @ MASSES

me tbh

szexi:

Corporate Identity by Reto Schmid @ MASSES

me tbh

(via boyonthewire)

When I go out I don’t remember anything, which begs the question, did you really have a good night if you can’t remember that you did?

New Guernica tonight

New Guernica tonight

neuromaencer:

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neuromaencer:

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(via cxle)

Why can I read for hours and hours online but as soon as I open a book I fall asleep? 

I gotta move out

Will be cheaper than buying a new vape every time my mum throws one out

If I can perfect listening to music and watching documentaries at the same time then I can consume media twice as fast.

23 minute Joe Claussell remix like it’s nothing

drousselle:

Paris, 2014

drousselle:

Paris, 2014

drousselle:

Paris, 2014

drousselle:

Paris, 2014

And the grieving die in their turn, and when they go another wail sets up….It’s not just horrible — it’s silly. Just plain dumb. Squint at it — draw your head back just a little and squint at it — and it’s truly “laughable, man”: these creatures whose life consists of a ride down a conveyor belt towards a meat grinder, making a continual wail of surprise as another one goes over the edge. Every one a surprise. “Oh! He went in! How could this happen?” “Ah, she fell! My God!” Well Duh. What’d you expect?

That’s what suffering is: going over the edge one at a time. The experience of individual death while the world grinds on. What would happen in the Nuclear Winter scenario is utterly different: all jump into the meatgrinder at once. No one is left to suffer or mourn. When some die and some live, there is suffering; when all die, blown out like a candle, there is no suffering. There is something else, something for which we have no name. But one thing is clear: it is not suffering. “We shall not suffer, for we shall not be.”

When you find a song you want to post to Tumblr but the YouTube image is ugly.