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I'm Nitia (nī-tee'-yah). I also answer to Pablo. I like anatomy and things that remind me of my generation. I have a few unhealthy obsessions and I'm looking for more.
Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty, and wisdom will come to you that way.
“Death is certain, replacing both the siren-song of Paradise and the dread of Hell. Life on this earth, with all its mystery and beauty and pain, is then to be lived far more intensely: we stumble and get up, we are sad, confident, insecure, feel loneliness and joy and love. There is nothing more; but I want nothing more.”
(Source: chainsawtoyourthroat)
(Source: sa5mmie)
Lakutis awoke with a start. He was in the forest, surrounded by the Seven Spiders of Hip-Hop. “Lakutis,” Promethalax said. “You have been sent here to perform a ritual. You know what you must do.”
Lakutis grinned and nodded. He had no idea what Promethalax was talking about, but he didn’t…
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“There’s a plane leaving for anywhere you want right now, and in an hour, and in a day, and in a year. You can get out whenever you want, it’s comforting I think.”
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