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the peace that you’ll gain will replace everything you’ve ever lost

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Takashi Ito, Dizziness, 2001

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hey cin been following u 4 yrs. pls tell me where u got the white one piece bikini u wore in Abu Dhabi (I really keep up lol) I'm dying to know. ur skin looks amazing lately too

I designed that! It was just a sample!

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drop it. I'm obsessed.

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[1010ll]

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[soracities]

“Yours is the only face I recognize. Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in.”

— Anne Sexton, from Unknown Girl In The Maternity Ward in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton” (via adrasteiax)

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The branches of the trees They will hang lower now You will grow too quick Then you will get over it

[ex-stasis]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

All my love—and all its ashes.

Heinrich Heine, from Book of Songs; “Where is Now your Precious Darling,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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[hush-syrup]

Old lovers go the way of old photographs,bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings, then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines. What will be left of them when I’m seventy? None of the baroque ecstasy, none of the grotesque compulsion. A word or two, hovering in the inner emptiness. Maybe a toe here, a nostril there, or a mustache, floating like a little curl of seaweed among the other flotsam.

From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood (via hush-syrup)

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