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Quiero que me entierren en un cráter anónimo en la luna



❝It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive.❞
Tom Robbins, from Still Life with Woodpecker (Bantam Books, 1980)

(Source: apoetreflects, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

sagansense:

Confession: The Music Of COSMOS is always on rotation as I drift off to sleep.

(Source: franz-schubertette)

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likeafieldmouse:

Patrick Joust

(via a-powerful-wizard)

(via morrisnomas)

But hope’s just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner ‘round a wide-angled curve

But that’s what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good

(Source: mazikeen11)