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(via dylanpiner)
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(via sathurzo)
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(via sathurzo)
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concept: you stumble home from the library after it closes at two in the morning, the cold autumn air biting at your fingers and bare ankles. above you the full moon shines overhead. you light up a cigarette, pour a cup of cold coffee left over from that morning’s brew, and settle in with a book, ready for a quiet evening of scribbled thoughts and aimless perusal of your favourite texts.
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(via danger)
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(via danger)
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(via danger)