and now i just sit in silence

Victor, 20. I wanna collect all my favorite movies on DVD and favorite albums on vinyl before I die.

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Killing yourself amounts to confessing. It is confessing that life is too much for you or that you do not understand it. Let’s not go too far in such analogies, however, but rather return to everyday words. It is merely confessing that that “is not worth the trouble.” Living, naturally, is never easy. You continue making the gestures commanded by existence for many reasons, the first of which is habit. Dying voluntarily implies that you have recognized, even instinctively, the ridiculous character of that habit, the absence of any profound reason for living, the insane character of that daily agitation, and the uselessness of suffering … Albert Camus, “The Myth of Sisyphus” (via lifeinpoetry)

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 Seventy Times 7 by Brand New


Seventy Times 7 by Brand New

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Bad Books “The After Party”