(via youareanobject)
You have nothing to call your own so you grasp onto any remnant of romance and culture with that musky, cozy patina. It’s the end of the road.
There is no subterranean. There is no avant-garde because it’s already in a conglomerate’s forecast to be commoditized and it’s because you tweeted too much. You updated your status one too many times.
(via scarymansion)
(Source: suckybl0g, via glittereater)
(via tulletulle, ishouldhaveasitcom)
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