The amazing digital art of Wu Xin
The Digital Matte Painting Handbook
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oozey mess
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kiana Khansmith
Stranger Things

Origami Around
AnasAbdin

ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Andulka
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
hello vonnie

Discoholic 🪩

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home

Janaina Medeiros
seen from Brazil
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seen from United States
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seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Italy
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@maybe-l-a-t-e-r
The amazing digital art of Wu Xin
The Digital Matte Painting Handbook
Like a spider, these days I eat my own heart,
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Ioannis Anghelakis c. November 1917 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Permanent Water Mutidjula, by the Kunia Massif (1985), Michael Andrews / Santa Clara (2008), The National
I want to have beautiful wings of silk and a crown of rosebuds and to live inside a castle on the moon
Seems I’ve misplaced my desires Seems I’m sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires…
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, from “Brother My Cup Is Empty,“ (via tat-art)
EMILY BRONTË, Wuthering Heights
MARY SHELLEY, Frankenstein
I bow to no one, but I would kneel for you.
allthingslissy (via wnq-writers)
I’m yours or no one’s forever.
Tadeusz Borowski, from ‘You know, I think more and more often–’ (via blvckmilk)
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Selected Poems; “I Want to Talk to God,” (x)
“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via childmagazine)
via weheartit
I can’t wait to watch you fall
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via coral)
Bad Blood, by Peyton Scott
“They burned the bridge, then ask why I don’t visit.” -Ugo Eze
(not my images)
I pronounced you dead to me years ago. I’m sorry that I don’t know how to have a relationship with a ghost.
Coroner’s Report by Peyton Scott (via writershigh)