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Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.
—Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via skeletales)
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Recognize that the world can be a shade of ugly so sallow that ugliness seems the only rational response, but dare to be beautiful anyway.
— Jeff Buckley (November 17, 1966 – May 29, 1997)
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I’m tired of drawing clothes.
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from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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