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There Are Wonderous ThingsThere Are Magical ThingsThere Are Dangerous ThingsWe Get What We Deserve
There are wonderous things There are magical things There are dangerous things We get what we deserve
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There are a lot of different types of freedom. We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it is a statement of quality rather than a description. ‘Art’ doesn’t mean good, or bad. 'Art’ just means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good, or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom. You freed me and I didn’t ask you to; I didn’t want you to. I am more free now than I have ever been and I am spiraling.
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T. S. Eliot, excerpt of The Waste Land (via thewinedarksea)
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