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whorville:

I love how in French you don’t really say eighty. You say quatre-vingts. Which means 4 20s.

Blaze it

"I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me."

- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena  (via herkindoftea)

(Source: hellanne)

  • me: damn its hot as fuck outside
  • me: *wears all black*