Our truest life is when we are in dreams, awake
I speak the language of felines. I smoke a lot of pot. Sometimes it feels like my lungs are made of swiss cheese. There is no god for me in any aspect. I'm always in my head, I never leave that place. My emotions are strong. I am me.
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thedevilslaughter: Oh god the lols. this
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strangestlifeiknow: God, I miss my hotel days…
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a-l-ancien-regime: Würzburger Residenz
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iwas-stoned-so-i: A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year. no way, this is so cool!