one-more-miracle-dont-be-dead:
if you’re ever having a bad day, just remember the guy who founded match.com’s girlfriend left him for someone she met on match.com
(Source: fake-suicide-of-genius, via fromthemitten)
one-more-miracle-dont-be-dead:
if you’re ever having a bad day, just remember the guy who founded match.com’s girlfriend left him for someone she met on match.com
(Source: fake-suicide-of-genius, via fromthemitten)
![“There’s some line I read about the longing for the euphoria of forgotten childhood dreams. And [my childhood] was like a dream. Airplanes passed by slowly in the sky. Rubber toys floated on the water. Meals seemed to last five years and nap time seemed endless. And the world was so small. I can’t remember being able to see more than a couple of blocks. And those couple of blocks were huge. So all the details were blown out of proportion. Blue skies, picket fences, green grass, cherry trees. Middle America as it’s supposed to be. But on the cherry tree there’s pitch oozing out—some of it’s black, some of it’s yellow, and there are millions of red ants crawling all over it. I discovered that if one looks a little closer at the beautiful world, there’s always red ants underneath.”
David LynchBorn January 20, 1946](http://25.media.tumblr.com/567a50d3010e7b8f0347f0a35fba7c2b/tumblr_mgwc2ilZrK1qf7r5lo1_r7_500.jpg)
“There’s some line I read about the longing for the euphoria of forgotten childhood dreams. And [my childhood] was like a dream. Airplanes passed by slowly in the sky. Rubber toys floated on the water. Meals seemed to last five years and nap time seemed endless. And the world was so small. I can’t remember being able to see more than a couple of blocks. And those couple of blocks were huge. So all the details were blown out of proportion. Blue skies, picket fences, green grass, cherry trees. Middle America as it’s supposed to be. But on the cherry tree there’s pitch oozing out—some of it’s black, some of it’s yellow, and there are millions of red ants crawling all over it. I discovered that if one looks a little closer at the beautiful world, there’s always red ants underneath.”
David Lynch
Born January 20, 1946
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Love this.
I like you a lot and that makes me sad
I want to cry, but no, I am not going to anymore.
I dont know why I put up with what you put me through everyday.
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theres a guy on my facebook and every single status he puts up are just text posts from tumblr. Everyone thinks he’s quirky and original
but i know
i know.
(Source: wank-iero, via fromthemitten)
