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The Comfort of Home.

Searching for my home

lifestoughholdontightmydear:

I spent my whole childhood searching for a sense of belonging, living in a place I thought was home. It wasn’t till you came around that I finally realized the lie I was living. I wasn’t searching for the sense of belonging, I was searching for my REAL home. I found my real home, it’s in between your arms. I spent my childhood searching for you and your comfort. It took me almost 16 years to find it.

whovian-all-over:

ohyousillypotato:

And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.

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The blogger is a shy, docile creature…

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… that prefers the darkness…

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… and tends to be wary of the outside world.

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The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.image

We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…

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… but to no avail.

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I am so glad this is back

(Source: mechapuppy, via lifestoughholdontightmydear)

The poor kids way of preventing his computer from overheating while he does his schoolwork.

The poor kids way of preventing his computer from overheating while he does his schoolwork.

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

—    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via feellng)

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