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Origami Around
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
art blog(derogatory)
trying on a metaphor
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Dípticos Juventud y Vejez
Gratefulness
tenderness
Woodnest Treehouses, Odda, Norway,
Helen and Hard Architects
Portada material nuevo de Oswald
Maqueta de nuevo material de Oswald con portada
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.
Rad Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
Self-portrait with cats.
The Old Dark House (James Whale, 1932)
Faldas del volcán y Baltazar
pember house ~ michaelis boyd | photo © richard lewisohn
Quick screenshot of September with America By blackzenit
Poems are nearer to prayers than to stories, but in poetry there is no one behind the language being prayed to. It is the language itself which has to hear and acknowledge […] In all poetry words are a presence before they are a means of communication
John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos (via soracities)
elvaston ~ michaelis boyd | photos © gavriil papdiotis