My pressed flowers turned out so pretty Instagram @brookelysh
The Bowery Presents
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

roma★
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions

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bliss lane
Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Product Placement
NASA
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Fieri Frames

Origami Around
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@hannah1mercer
My pressed flowers turned out so pretty Instagram @brookelysh
25. Eightieth day of autumn. Today it snowed, as in the day when I was born. and the snow symbolizes the causeless sadness that lives in my heart since birth. cold. colorless. sorrow. And this sadness is my inspiration, my muse. And because of it I am the one who I am.
She was intentionally disguising her feelings with sarcasm; that was usually the last resort of people who are timid and chaste of heart, whose souls have been coarsely and impudently invaded; and who, until the last moment, refuse to yield out of pride and are afraid to express their own feelings to you.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Notes From Underground (via woeful-walllflower)
this blog keeps shit real
how to disappear completely
this is a series of photos that was published on a exhibition of young slovenian photographers in Maribor. i was flattered when they took my work in consideration, but i didn’t expect they would take this photos. the magic is, you never know, what comes next :)
be good*
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Billy Kidd
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via pale-afternoon)
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