mnemonic plague ✪

Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.
Each changing place with that which goes before.
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
※Shakespeare

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I THOUGHT THEY WERE PROSTHETICS BUT NO THEY’RE—you figure it out.

(Source: meevist)

counterhunter:

‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’
‘fuck if i know’

counterhunter:

‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’

‘fuck if i know’

(Source: 4rtmusic, via thingssheloves)

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