I have no plot, I'm hardly interesting.

There isn't enough room in my head for all of my thoughts so they either result in their way here, or on random napkins and notebooks that I ultimately lose. My fluctuating styles of writing range from smart and dry, to cliche and gushy. I can't help it really, and I hate that, but I can't.

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proustitute: Béla Tarr, Damnation, 1988

proustitute:

Béla Tarr, Damnation, 1988

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iheartmyart: Bell Telephone Acoustics Lab, 1947 by Eric Schaal  “Bell Telephone engineer in a research room designed to eliminate 99% of all outside sound” (via letsbuildahome-fr)

iheartmyart:

Bell Telephone Acoustics Lab, 1947 by Eric Schaal 

“Bell Telephone engineer in a research room designed to eliminate 99% of all outside sound”

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"If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels."

Tennessee Williams (via blunttongues)

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