I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live.
— Oscar Wilde (via wooden-folks)
what if a guy in a hoodie comes up to you and hands you a giant book and gives you a sly smirk. when you start to read it, you realize it’s a book about your entire life. would you read it to the end?
what if you read it up to where you are now and then you realize that there’s only like three pages left when you get there
but why is the guy wearing a hoodie
because the person in the hoodie is you…
but what if im not a guy….
If you kept reading, you’d be aware about your sex change operation.
Anna Schuleit - Bloom (2003)
28,000 potted flowers installed at a Massachusetts asylum slated for demolition
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