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Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.

—George Mallory, from a letter to his wife Ruth during the 1921 Everest Reconnaissance Expedition (via kvtes)

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Ride

Messages ran all over town
Words without sound
Condemned me
And left me for dead
All over again
It wasn’t the first time, but this time
Things will never be the same

Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
In the church of the lost and found
The angels cry
Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
Until the ravaged soul begins
To reflect the open skies, ride

The chapel was burned
Razed to the ground
From the darkest of clouds
Small birds tumbled like rain
Time and again
You may go charging at windmills
In these days
Absurdities never change

Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
In the church of the lost and found
The angels cry
Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
Until the ravaged soul begins
To reflect the open skies, ride

In the thick of the woods
The word is taboo
In the darkest of continents
Light can deceive you

Ride, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground
In this world of lost and found
The eagles fly, ride

-David Sylvian

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The Royal Ballet from the perspective of a pointe shoe

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Crybaby’s Birthday Party |
One Saturday in 1950, our boss, the shadowy figure known only as ‘Crybaby’, called a meeting of the 47th and Balboa Gang. He disguised it as a simple birthday party.
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Crybaby’s Birthday Party |

One Saturday in 1950, our boss, the shadowy figure known only as ‘Crybaby’, called a meeting of the 47th and Balboa Gang. He disguised it as a simple birthday party.


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