❝I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via teaparties)
❝And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.
— Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry   (via thatkindofwoman)

poopflow:

*popular blog follows me* oh shit i better not fCUk *spaghetti spills out of my pockets* Shit shit what *throws computer after slipping in spaghetti* fUCK

newyorker:

Scenes from the streets of Ferguson in the aftermath of Michael Brown’s death.

Top: Five-year-old Gabrielle Walker protests the killing of the teen-age Brown, on August 17th. Bottom: Police advance on demonstrators, August 17th. Photographs by Scott Olson/Getty

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