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"Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too." ~Lemony Snicket

0pequena história (108/365) by dorinha. on Flickr.
0untitled by Fernanda W on Flickr.
1DSC_0092 by Fernanda W on Flickr.
2DSC_0134 by Fernanda W on Flickr.
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Machu Picchu
13untitled by erinbarker on Flickr.
1fade by erinbarker on Flickr.
1let there be bokeh! by erinbarker on Flickr.
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"The bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man…I tortured this poor kid, because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He’s always going off about, you know, when he was in school…all the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right…So, I’m…I’m sitting in the locker room, and I’m taping up my knee. And Larry’s undressing a couple lockers down from me. Yeah…he’s kinda…he’s kinda skinny, weak. And I started thinking about my father, and his attitude about weakness. And the next thing I knew, I uh, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him…And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I was sittin’ in Vernon’s office, all I could think about was Larry’s father. And Larry havin’ to go home and…and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation…fucking humiliation he must’ve felt. It must’ve been unreal…I mean, I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There’s no way…it’s all because of me and my old man. Oh God, I fucking hate him! He’s like this…he’s like this mindless machine that I can’t even relate to anymore…”Andrew, you’ve got to be number one! I won’t tolerate any losers in this family…Your intensity is for shit! Win. Win! WIN!!!” You son of a bitch! You know, sometimes, I wish my knee would give…and I wouldn’t be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me."
written by The Breakfast Club (1985)
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(by Casey Liu)
3Icing sugar by twomeows on Flickr.