Efflorescence

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[wetheurban]

Patrick Joust

On the clock, Patrick Joust, 36, is a librarian. Off the clock, he’s a self-taught photographer with a fascination of Baltimore at night.

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[hsxela]

[turnitaround]

did you know

music was invented on june 19, 2008 with the release of burnin up by the jonas brothers

[d0vie0n]

Show me the receipts

[turnitaround]

[beskt]

Thomas Mailaender - Photography on skin using negatives and a uv lamp.

[beauvelvet]

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt, 1953.

I left my home of green rough wood, A blue velvet couch. I dream till now A shiny dark bush Just left of the door. Down the walk Clickity clack As my doll in her carriage Went over the cracks- “We’ll go far away.”  ~ MM

[haunted-lunchbox]

[24hoursinthelifeofawoman]

New York,  Martin Scorsese.

[breeze2]

[plounce]

they are a witch’s two familars and have never gotten along, but one day the witch disappears and so they must go on a cross-country search in order to bring her home. along the way, the cat learns to loosen up while the crow gains worldly experience, and they both become better friends

[bugtoat]

[snafupickles]

@fitzandizzyspells we need this bro.

[fitzandizzyspells-blog]

UM YES.

[mylistofthangs]

[psych-facts]

“I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you’re not anymore.

Maggie Stiefvater, Linger (via psych-facts)

[tinyhometrail]

70s Camper Van magic (Source)

[caffeinatedunicorn]

I feel like Oscar Isaac is the kind of guy where if you say something in a noisy group of people and no one notices, he gives you a little wink to let you know you didn’t go completely unheard

[stavvers]

what do you want to be when you grow up

[surrealism]

Zimní krajina s figurou (Winter Landscape with a Figure) by František Janoušek, 1936. Oil on canvas.

[raygurll-blog]

[magnetar1]

Sleepers are the denizens of these times.  Shadow-worlds towered over the dull epiphanies of exterior conquest.  The way Out is In. Souls dislodge prior to physically dying to get over the idea they were ever alive - Now that it is seen for what it is.  A dark cast envelopes those who could not see it.  Their enemy, self reflected in corrosive stone.  Enraptured by an apathetic logic in order to justify the means of his process.  Learning to control themselves.  Even with a blitz of stars aimed at their backsides.  Massive energy controlled by seance. Nimbus groves where Sleepers may awaken.  Returned to the place where life & death intersects & they will never be the same. Resurrection of the self, unmartyred or maligned.  A disconnect to avail aimlessness.  And follow where it goes …