Mark.
Hapa. Adelaide, Aus.
Singapore

I'm 25 going on 15, and have an unhealthy obsession with bikes, boards, tats, books and classical history. A weird mix, I know. Which pretty much sums me up.

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  • "People talk. And you wait. And they talk. And you wait. But at some point, the waiting will stop, because talk is just talk."
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    NOW I KNOW WHY OUR GENERATION IS SO SARCASTIC AND CYNICAL

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  • "Never regret thy fall,
    O, Icarus, of the fearless flight,
    
For the greatest tragedy of them all,
    
Is never to feel the burning light."
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    History told by Tumblr 

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    I can’t wait.

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  • "B]riefing is not reading. In fact it is the antithesis of reading. Briefing is terse, factual and to the point. Reading is untidy, discursive and perpetually inviting. Briefing closes down a subject, reading opens it up."
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    I couldn’t remember how I had arrived at that dark place. The last thing I recalled was going to a student’s house, a nubile young thing whose beauty stoked the fires of my aging passion.

    "How did I get here?" I said quietly, distantly to myself. This dank cave was no place for an esteemed professor of English literature, the most glorious and noble of all the Earth’s tongues.

    There was a pool of water, and I washed my face in it. Staring at my reflection, I noticed a cast to my eyes, as if some great thing were floating upon their surface like a person could float upon the Dead Sea.

    Suddenly, there she was. My student. The soft, ivory tone of her flesh still stirred something within me.

    "You are here," she said cryptically. Something was wrong. Her… curves were in all the wrong places. There, in the darkness, it was as if the contours of her youthful body did not conform to the Euclidean laws of the universe, bending and twisting in ways out of the corners of my eyes. Her head tilted to the side and that mouth opened, revealing teeth and eyes far within…

    She wasn’t like other girls, I thought, screaming.

    ok but this is marvelous

    Reblogging again because that was fucking beautiful

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