I'm Chelsey and I basically just reblog whatever the fuck I want and make a bunch of shitty text posts.
Reblogged from deutschlandpreusen
“But if the artist grows too successful, the gears start grinding in reverse; people begin to see absolutely everything the artist says or does as a kind of public art that’s open to interpretation”
“Since anything could be art, the question arose why everything wasn’t art: What made the difference between what was and what was not?”
“That Allie’s pretty nice when she wants to be, ain’t she?”
“Jason?”
“He came out of the stable last night.”
“He never treated them like ordinary children.”
“Don’t stay up too late.”
The next day I was increasingly apprehensive about the police, for a patient brought rumors of a suspected fight and death.
”Scott pilgrim is coming home……..and this time it’s personal.”
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“la seule chose décente que nous avons entre nous ne serait … la mer”
Translation: the only decent thing we have between us would be… the sea
accurate
“You always have lots of friends, Don’t you?”
this implies friendzoned
COURAGE. GET YOUR EDUCATION.
Mixed messages…
Carefully inscribed was a line from the Book of Ecclesiates: HE THAT INCREASETH KNOWLEDGE INCREASETH SORROW.
GDI night was on my bed next to me from when I dumped out my bookbag…
“The camp looked as though it had suffered an epidemic: empty and dead.”
Oh… okay.
(Source: loveclaire)
