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that urge to climb the rooftop of ur house. where does it come from.
the gargoyle instinct
unquenchable desire to be the protag in an indie film about teenage disillusionment
All of my problems are at ground level
Bigger Than Us,
David Schermann is a conceptual photographer based in Vienna.
what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing
YEAHHHHH HAPPY KNIFE MONTH Y'ALL!!!! WE MADE IT
to lie wordless in the dark & gently run a finger over the bridge of their nose as a love language
Adam Chmielowski - Italian Cemetery at Dusk, 1880
The broken bloom (1)
Arnos Vale Cemetery, City & County of Bristol.
You'll know or guess that cut / broken flower stems represent a life terminated.....
.......here, I think is a lily which was extremely popular with the Victorians and represents death, eternity or resurrection.
Tears of frankincense from the Boswellia Sacra tree ~ photography by Cedric Pollet.
knifehack
just stab the problem
Mechanical studies
World of Warcraft - Uldum
Marissa Mason: Fernando
“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”
— E.E. Cummings