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Cosimo Galluzzi
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Origami Around
official daine visual archive
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The Stonewall Inn
Not today Justin
$LAYYYTER
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Trouble – Cat Stevens
I have always tried to make a home for myself, but I have not felt at home in myself. I have worked hard at being the hero of my own life, but every time I checked the register of displaced persons, I was still on it. I didn't know how to belong. Longing? Yes. Belonging? No.
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.
American Honey (2016) dir. Andrea Arnold
me reblogging yet another photo of a small rural quirky looking house in the middle of a field or valley in some european or scandinavian country: so fun so fresh so sexy
“Those I loved are false or dead; those I love, absent and suffering; and I, oppressed and injured, can be of no use to them.”
— Mary Shelley, from a letter to Edward John Trelawny c. April 1827 featured in Letters of Mary W. Shelley (via violentwavesofemotion)
Squeezing out sparks, Cig Harvey
Who was the man who first salted the slug
What was he thinking to try
Roaming the lands pouring salt on god’s creatures
Hoping for one which would die
Billy Joel - Piano Man
I hate this site
French Interiors Part III
Dining by candlelight in the attic and the morning after. Somewhere in the countryside outside Paris.
Photographed by Frederick Ardley
this poem by W.B. Yeats makes me think of grantaire everytime
June Gloom , Michael Wilson
Mahmoud Dawrish, from Almond Blossom & Beyond: Poems; “Happy, I Know Not Why,”
eve: if villanelle murders me DO NOT PROSECUTE HER because she caught ME slipping. that is on ME.