Findings of a LostMan

“Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud’s blowed from or who the soul’ll be ‘morrow? Only Sonmi the east an’ the west an’ the compass an’ the atlas, yay, only the atlas o’ clouds.”

Last chance, fancy pants.

“Jeff, I think you should play the role of my father.”

I can handle Lost, said no one ever

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LOST tattoo (via superbensl8 on Instagram)

fuckyeahlost:

LOST tattoo (via superbensl8 on Instagram)

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Czene János, Apátfalvi

simena:

Czene János, Apátfalvi