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derti [dehrr-tee]

(adjective) An untranslatable, Greek word, which describes a troubled state of mind, maybe the result of some deep unhappiness that has to be conquered. Rather than rest in this pain, the Greek reaction is to try to burn your way out of it by throwing yourself passionately into life again.  (via wordsnquotes)

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Eye contact: how souls catch fire.

Yahia Lababidi, Aphorisms
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just some puns

i hate nerds omfg



just some puns

i hate nerds omfg

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song ga yeon is THAT girl in fics. the tough, strong, hard headed, respectful yet sweet and gorgeous girl that appears in all fics. She looks real scary and tough on the outside but in the inside shes just really really nice and soft hearted. Or at least thats the type of feeling i get from…

flower, gleam and glow. let your power shine. make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. heal what has been hurt. change the fates’ design. save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine. what once was mine

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It wasn’t beautiful. A Winter wedding is a union of elation and depression, red velvet blankets in a cheap motel room stained with semen from sex devoid of meaning, and black mold clinging to the fringe of floral shower curtains like a heap of dead forevers.

You sat down at the foot of the bed, looking at me like I had already
driven away. I was thinking about watching CNN. How fucked up is that? I wanted to know that your second hand, off-white dress, and my black polyester bow tie wasn’t as tragic as a hurricane devouring a suburb, or a train derailment in no where, Virginia, ending the lives of two young college hopefuls.

I was naïve. I thought that there were as many right ways to feel love as the amount of

pubic hair, 

belly lint, and

scratch marks abandoned by lovers in our honeymoon suite.

When you looked at me in bed that night, I put my hand on your chest to feel a little more human. I don’t know what to call you; a name does not describe the aches, or lack of. This love is unusual and comfortable.
If you were to leave, I know I’d search for days, in newspapers and broadcasts, in car accidents and exposés on genocide in Kosovo.

(How do I address this? How is one to feel about
a love without a name?)

My heart would be ambivalent, too scared to look for you
behind the curtains of the motel window, outside in the abyss of powder and pay phones
because I don’t know how to fall.

Kosovo, Lucas Regazzi (via 1000scientists)

baekchen fics;


Title: maybe you’re hoping for a fairytale, too
Author: onyu
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1683
Summary: Baekhyun is the last member to be included in EXO. In an effort to climb to the top as quickly as possible, he runs into Jongdae. (AR, in which EXO is all of K + the Korean…

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plant boy
this is where bus sketches get me


plant boy

this is where bus sketches get me

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