Reblogged from Carpe Diem
What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via psychotherapy)
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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
— Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian. (via dwsc)
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Blow Up - Shintaro Kago

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The Amazing Connections Between the Inca and Egyptian Cultures 

"The ancient Egyptians (in Africa) and the ancient pre-Incas/Incas (in South America) evolved on opposite sides of the globe and were never in contact.

Yet, both cultures mysteriously possessed the same strikingly identical body of ancient art, architecture, symbolism, mythology and religion.

The Victorian era scholars, faced with this enigma, concluded that both cultures must have been children of the same Golden Age parent civilization, “Atlantis.”

Today, Egyptian/Inca parallels are not only being ignored by American and Western scholars, they’re being suppressed.

Many baffling and unsolved similarities link the ancient Egyptians and the ancient pre-Incas/Incas ― even though both cultures evolved on opposite sides of the planet, separated by oceans” Read More

I’m not saying it was aliens, but it was aliens.

Reblogged from Graveyard-Stories
Loving you is toxic. My mind is constantly flooded with thoughts of you. You corrupt me with your words but sooth me with your voice. Your scent hastens the beat of my heart, and my body aches for your touch. You make me want to be bad, but you make me feel so good. Spending time with you is intoxicating, and I long for you when we’re apart. You keep me grounded and still manage to sweep me off my feet. You course through my veins and explode in every inch of my body. Loving you is toxic, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
— (via serendipit-us)
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