in blood.

❝We, the mortals, touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing that they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.❞ — Pablo Neruda

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( by Elvira Leone )

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( by Tess Janssen )

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there is something agonizing and terrifying in the dreamscapes of the unknown -- they say we can mold our future with the actions we employ in the now, but what if i'm a shit sculptor? what if the world my clay-caked hands create is something all-together destructive and decrepit? what then? will i be shit out of luck? should i prepare for the apocalypse of my mind? well fuck, guess i'll get the liquor, cigarettes and popcorn before it's too late.

the end of my human heart, ( r.x )

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If only the stars contained me.

Czeslaw Milosz, from What Does It Mean

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The stars in the sky

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fracture by deadendsoul

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Warholian

Bait Detail - Alyssa Monks - Contemporary Oil Artist Interview and Studio Visit, 2010 | Website

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( by hannah davis. )

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( by Hanna Bogatova )

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Josefine Jönsson

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by Irene. 

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Cheese by Angélica Vis