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cowboy like me (bandit version) — the story of two swindlers who fall in love, their eyes full of stars, hustling for the good life at fancy resorts, trying to score rich romantic beneficiaries. forever is the sweetest con, right?

(inspiration credit - this truly breathtaking reputation redesign by @bybdolan that I regularly stare at in absolute awe and admiration)

metamorphesque

― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

bloomingsalma

did we all have a goldfish growing up who we liked to call “friend”? polly jones / margaret preston / vittorio reggianini / elizabeth nourse / henri matisse / janet fish

autumncottageattic

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Edinburgh, Scotland.

promqueendyke

mihaly zichy ‘romantic encounter’ + these violent delights, micah nemerever

weltenwellen

Sonia Sanchez, “HAIKU [for you]”, Like the Singing Coming off the Drums: Love Poems

phrear

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ketaminekitty

Damiano David from the band Måneskin

@/ykaaar on instagram

livingdeadxdoll

i can't wait to grow up and live my enchanted farm dreams!

peter1rose

rosesofthetwilight

unwildes

cambridge on film, 2/?

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Inside Siberia’s isolated community of forgotten women. Photographed by Oded Wagenstein.

“In the remote village of Yar-Sale in Northern Siberia, live a group of elderly women. They were once part of a nomadic community of reindeer herders. However, in their old age, they spend most of their days in seclusion, isolated from the world they loved and their community. While men are usually encouraged to remain within the migrating community and maintain their social roles, the women often face the struggles of old age alone.It took a flight, a sixty-hour train ride from Moscow, and a seven-hour bone-breaking drive across a frozen river to meet them. I immersed myself in their closed community, and for days, over many cups of tea, they shared their stories, lullabies, and longings with me.On this series, the memories of the past, represented by the images of the outside world, are combined with the portraits of current reality.

By doing so, I tried to give their stories a visual representation. One that could last after they are already gone.

(*Like Last Year’s Snow is a Yiddish expression – referring to something which is not relevant anymore)”

- Oded Wagenstein