Ice so cold it burns; fire so hot it freezes


[police officer] “sir are you in possession of any illegal drugs”

“sure thing son whatchu need”

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Indie photo art


”…The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest, and comes afterwards. Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark. At that particular moment when Cosette unconsciously looked with this glance which so affected Marius, Marius had no suspicion that he also had a glance which affected Cosette.”

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In simple terms

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This post wins the internet.

Everybody go home.

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Adam Rabalais

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This Won’t Appear on Facebook

Yesterday (after two days of phone interviews) I was hired in JP Morgan Chase & Company. I have a job. I am finally leaving Zamboanga. Funny thing is that I am now starting to live an adult life. I still feel like a kid. This is so odd for me.  

Home is not a place. Home is a person. I’m going home soon. I’m going home to my little brother in Cebu soon. “And these places and these faces are getting old so I’m going home” sings Daughtry. Yeah, they sure are. But home, no, home never gets old. I don’t want to go back to Zamboanga even if I’m going to have to I don’t intend to stay. Zamboanga never felt like home. Like I said, home is not a place, it’s a person. Besides, it let me go but it doesn’t realize I’ve let it go a long time ago.

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