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What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like, it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. And, going further, what did Time look like? Time looked like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in an ancient theater, one hundred billion faces falling like those New Year balloons, down and down into nothing.
― Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles (via feellng)

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avection:

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avection:

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I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via feellng)
soltreis:

say longer, stay shortersay shorter, stay longer

soltreis:

say longer, stay shorter
say shorter, stay longer

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soltreis:

you are fireworks lit at sunriseyou are summer moonrise

soltreis:

you are fireworks lit at sunrise
you are summer moonrise

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