Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once. Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be! ( / )

i love tags so much tags are the fourth wall it’s like tumblr has developed a spectating sub-culture where it’s more generally acceptable to write your comments in tags rather than in the caption making us aware of the differences between content and commentary and when to use one or the other and the act of copy-pasting someone else’s tags is to capture a thread of discussion like being in agreement with a stranger on something that brings us together i just love tags so much

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