life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.
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Michael Jackson photographed by Jim McCrary, 1979.
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Abandoned house somewhere in PA that someone sneaks into and decorates for Halloween every year. Photos by nanapoo
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Donato Giancola, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep: The Lovers (detail), 2009
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“― E.M. Forster, Howards End
“[text ID: The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]
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― E.M. Forster, Howards End
[text ID: The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.]
