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Notes: 10126 6/19/13 — 12:54pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wuniySh4

-Thin Line, Macklemore

Notes: 39 6/18/13 — 4:18pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wuneyjNp

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?

Will the Circle Be Unbroken, Christian hymn

Notes: 3 6/15/13 — 12:13am Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wunN1cUH Filed under: #quote #song #lyrics #Christian hymn #hymn #christianity #religion #bioshock #bioshock infinite #will the circle be unbroken

The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where non exist.

Barriers to Trans-Dimensional Travel, R. Lutece, 1889

Notes: 15 6/14/13 — 3:37pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wunL0X20 Filed under: #quote #lutece #bioshock #bioschock infinite

And I’m up while the dawn is breaking
Even though my heart is aching
I should be drinking a toast to absent friends
Instead of these comedians

The Comedians, Elvis Costello

Notes: 2 6/9/13 — 12:20am Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wumwGNIS Filed under: #quote #the comedians #elvis costello #costello #song #rock #music #lyric #watchmen

Source: wormmedicine

Notes: 89652 6/8/13 — 11:50pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wumw8FpH

“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor, and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom.” - Faramir, The Two Towers

Source: tossme

Notes: 8090 6/7/13 — 10:35pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wumq_O23

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via cosmofilius)

Source: nuclearharvest

Notes: 37653 6/4/13 — 3:10pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wumanJ9i

Oh! Hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o’er the combers, looks downward to find us,
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.

Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow,
Oh weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas!

Eric Whitacre’s “The Seal Lullaby” (via peterpianoxiong)

Source: peterpianoxiong

Notes: 9 6/3/13 — 9:45pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wumXilVT

There’s a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
A fixture in the city of lust
…..
In the crowd of pain.
St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says “we’re fucked up
But we’re not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame”
Jimmy died today
He blew out his brains into the bay
In the state of mind
Is my own private suicide

Homecoming, Green Day (via longlivevoxpopuli)

Notes: 9 6/3/13 — 3:39pm Short URL: http://tmblr.co/ZW0-wumV-int