a walking study in demonology

My name is might have been
My name is never was
My name's forgotten
A couple of weeks back I killed a dog. I put him down. I watched him go. I was looking him straight in the eye. He didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t know why. He.. He was just scared, and then.. He was gone. He wasn’t sick. No, he was just, like… I don’t know, like, a… a problem dog . 

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mymodernmet:

Louisiana-based photographer Frank Relle captures the nighttime magic of New Orleans in his ongoing series New Orleans Nightscapes. He uses long exposures to capture the feeling of the powerful, haunting beauty throughout his hometown.

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Gary Jules

—Mad World

words-and-coffee:

Music to drown in

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

This song is killing me every time i hear it.

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This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.

In 1944 a children’s book club sent a volume about penguins to a 10-year-old girl, enclosing a card seeking her opinion.

She wrote, “This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.”

American diplomat Hugh Gibson called it the finest piece of literary criticism he had ever read.

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