Tanglelove

I cannot switch my voice. My voice is not like an elevator going up and down.

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All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I’ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.
John Green, Paper Towns (via margorroth)

(Source: lifeisyourown, via august-waters)

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Yep that feeling of singularity is coming up again. Oh boy I’m going to be sick.