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Some people cry. Some people sleep. Some smoke and do drugs. Others go out for a run. Others read books to pass the time. We have varying tendencies, but at the end of the day we know we are all just yearning for one thing: escape. (Escape from certain memories, certain losses, certain responsibilities. Escape from the eternal misery of life as it is.) These are our vanishing acts. We live by not living.
Escape, N.C. (via uniquecole)
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