The wandering mind of a hopeful fool.



it’s sad when you realize you aren’t as important to someone as you thought you were

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In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

—Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being  (via exoticwild)

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