I Taught Myself To Live Simply

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About: I can't tell you anything you don't already know.
I keep on trying, I should just let it go.
I keep on singing, you're eyes they just roll.
It sounds like someone else's song from along time ago.
You already know the story and the chords are just the same.
You already know I love you, and I sound like whats-his-name.
But you can't stop me, I want you to know.
I know it sounds like someone else's song from along time ago.
-Wilco

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“Never cut what you can untie.” —Joseph Joubert on relationship advice (via blua)

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Never give up, because the best is yet to happen!

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“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.” —Sylvia Plath (via floralnymph)

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“I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.” —Jean-Paul Sartre, La Nausée (via elliejune)

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“They’ve promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.” —Oscar Wilde (via forgivethelost)

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“Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.” —Homer, The Iliad (via serialstranger)

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“I was the shyest human ever invented, but I had a lion inside me that wouldn`t shut up.” —Ingrid Bergman (via elige)

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“Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. You have learned to break the world that has tried to break you.” —(via theglasschild)

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