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- roomy living with adjoining terrace (via home-designing)
Grand Central Station, NYC, 1941. The light does not stream in like this anymore because the buildings around the station are too tall.
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We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
—Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
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‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’
‘fuck if i know’
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