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summerJets

My name is Cayce. I like photos, videos, and music.
Thursday July 2nd
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Freedom: To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.
Ayn Rand (via thresca)
Wednesday June 24th Echinopsis chamaelobivia x lobivia ‘rose quartz’
I do not see these colors as you see them. But I do see them. Honesty, accuracy, just popular opinion.

Echinopsis chamaelobivia x lobivia ‘rose quartz’

I do not see these colors as you see them. But I do see them. Honesty, accuracy, just popular opinion.

Wednesday June 24th
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When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.
A Farewell to Arms (via sofia)
Monday June 15th [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] played
Noah and the Whale - 5 Years Time (via xulilux)
Monday June 15th
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Are you here by your own free will?
Yes officer.
Tuesday June 2nd Convergent Evolution is my favorite variety.
Convergent Evolution is my favorite variety.
Sunday May 31st
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There is a difference between a shaky or out-of-focus photograph and a snapshot of clouds and fog banks.
Erwin Schrödinger
Sunday May 31st
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I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it. Always I want to live more intensely and richly. Why muck and conceal one’s true longings and loves, when by speaking of them one might find someone to understand them, and by acting on them one might discover oneself?
Everett Ruess
Saturday May 30th

Land of the Lotus-eaters

In a freezer between the pornography magazines, energy drinks, and candy bars of an awkward little liquor store, rests large bags of square ice. I patiently wait for two prostitutes to purchase their fermented desert-sap. The cashier asks me if it burns. Photos of children sit under the glass of the counter among the tobacco and lighters. I pass an old man with an eye-patch on my way out. The shining, young, high-heeled ladies are entering the car of the old over-weight man in his cherry red sports-car. At work I repair the wheelchair lift of an obese man who possesses the unique ability to bend the alloy with no more than gravity. I’ve no idea of the absolute, but I can tell it’s a strange place to be.
Wednesday May 27th I watch the wings on the backs of the flies, drifting through the room. The room on the spinning orb, orbiting the fireball. The central fireball circling the disk, flirting with a greater center. The disk floating away from the more ancient center of black. Suddenly, apathy seems less sinful.