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Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious. Cornelia Funke  (via pale-afternoon)

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Diane Arbus, Child with Toy Hand Grenade, 1962

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Diane Arbus, Child with Toy Hand Grenade, 1962

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Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are. Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire (via wolf-cub)

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