portrait of fryderyk in shifting light, richard siken

if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Love Begins
Three Goblin Art
styofa doing anything
ojovivo

izzy's playlists!
Peter Solarz

#extradirty

Janaina Medeiros
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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occasionally subtle
RMH
Game of Thrones Daily
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@theartofmadeline
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Today's Document
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@litanyoflight
portrait of fryderyk in shifting light, richard siken
landscape with a blur of conquerors, richard siken
a primer for the small weird loves, richard siken
planet of love, richard siken
zodiac moodboard: leo
(you were chosen to walk through fire)
“desperation is best described by all the places I let you sink your teeth…”
Gold Decadence
moodboard no. 2
name moodboard: brittany for @tartts
“darkness, a whiplash of roses and perfume –” (x)
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Paolo Sebastian | The Nutcracker
They weren’t so much best friends as they were extensions of each other. The thing was, they could function without the other. They just didn’t want to.
a.g. (via swierwrites)
Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.
Anne Boleyn (via wordsnquotes)
she’s every conversation you’ve had with your pen, every song you’ve sung to the stars, and every moment you’ve ever felt alive
spinningsharks, let her be the end of me (via ruddwrites)
The night and the sea were velvety and caressing, unfolding a core of softness.
Anaïs Nin, from “The Four-Chambered Heart,” originally published c. 1950 (via violentwavesofemotion)
—a slip of the keyboard: collected non-fiction, by terry pratchett