god i want a bird tattoo so badly
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I don’t know what it is, but whenever Iron by Woodkid comes on my ipod, my life becomes the most epic thing ever.
Every gust of wind and where I step becomes important.
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Weigh in: Is this art? Are his words an outpouring of poetic sadness, or is it just raw emotion? Does art need the intent of being art to be art?
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