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bigfoot
\x0athe loch ness monster
\x0aghosts
\x0aangels
\x0aevil spirits
\x0aan afterlife
\x0aaliens visiting earth
\x0aa JFK assassination conspiracy
\x0aa 9/11 conspiracy
\x0avampires
\x0apsychic powers
\x0aancient astronauts
\x0aastrology
\x0amagic
\x0asoul mates
\x0aI’m afraid the world is painfully, irrevocably mundane.
\x0aIts okay, though. We can still enjoy it.
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\x0a \x0a \x0a (via hearttosoul)
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\x0a \x0a \x0a (via desicolours.com)
\x0aat least five times in the last couple of days, surround sound speakers have made me think, for a manic moment, that I’m having a psychotic episode.
\x0aI don’t come to this particular Panera very often. It sits between my house and my mom and dad’s house, so I occasionally stop on my way to or from one or the other.
\x0a\x0aI see this lady here every time I’m here. She comes in, unpacks a stack of word find books, orders a single coffee, and spends hours working on them with a pen from her plastic purse full of multicolored pens. I’ve never seen her talk to anybody, check a phone, balance a checkbook, eat a danish or anything but what I just described.
\x0a\x0aI imagine that if she wrote a blog post about her afternoon at Panera, it would be about the guy on the Mac who orders a coffee and sits there with his headphones on all the time.
Stan Bush - “Dare”
\x0a\x0aFrom Transformers: The Movie (1986)
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