Il latte alchemico di Tandream

E quello, signore e signori, è l’emisfero di sinistra il lato del cervello ossessionato dalle risposte, quello che cerca il senso l’interpretazione è lì che raccontiamo la storia di chi siamo e perché facciamo le cose.

— Episodio 24, Ora ambedue le parti, Dr. House

8 November 2009 • Dr. House

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angels and demons by ~mineislouder on deviantART

8 November 2009

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Too late by ~poprage on deviantART

8 November 2009

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(via wonderlandcode831)

8 November 2009 • reblog: wonderlandcode831

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Passerà questa oscura notte di Novembre, passerà come la pioggia che scende sulle transenne.

8 November 2009 • 2009 k.o. tecnico

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(via lasimple)

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La vera gabbia è essere soli. Stai sempre a pensare a te stesso, intrappolato in una specie di vortice, tutto gira su di te, che andrebbe anche bene se sei un tipo interessante. La fregatura è che nessuno è così interessante.

— brenda - six feet under (via lorettamagnolia) (via untemporale) (via clairefisher) (via darkpassenger) (via thesoftmachine) (via hardcorejudas)

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8 November 2009 • reblog: picapixels

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Editors: Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool

I don’t wanna be ignored, oh God,
when I’m calling off this fight.
You’re chewing with an open mouth, raw meat,
your blood drool attracts the flies.

I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her,
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her.

I don’t wanna be left out, or get fucked,
but there’s a talent in your lies.
You’re chewing with an open mouth, raw meat,
your blood drool attracts the flies.

I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her,
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her,
A little bit for myself, take a pass on my health, I’ll give a little to her.
I’ll give a little to you, I’ll give a little to him, I’ll give a little to her.

Don’t wait for the sun,
your, your story’s been spun.
These boys, they just wanna have fun.
Your, your damage is done, is done.

8 November 2009 • editors lyric eat row meat

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