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$LAYYYTER

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if i look back, i am lost
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
noise dept.

@theartofmadeline
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Kiana Khansmith

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
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Game of Thrones Daily
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almost home
Sade Olutola

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@mmonocle-blog
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I just fell in love with a structure. it may longer be a house, maybe an empty shell, but I sure those walls tell story.
Day Dreaming
Wrote this on the bus Yesterday morning with my phone so it not prefect but I enjoy it. Waking up. Daylight. What are my goals? Where are my ambitious? When will I get there? All question asked at daybreak. Asked when the sun reaches my face and the warmth of that light cuase me to wake. Wake from the sleep that brings me such wonder of dreams. In these dreams I am not just a man but an individual. A person not crippled by greed, money or selfish personal gain. I, Individual is nothing more but my dreams. Dreams that casting vivid graspable facade. A Facade the cripple being to the bone. Where I can no longer stand. But I must stand on my own two feet. My feet must be strong on this road that causes us crumble at times. But with time we will find the road with fewer bumps and skips. For now we have are dreams at time till we wake from the daylight touching our face.
Too much horror business
Ilya Repin, Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on November 16, 1581, 1885
yumm
Welp. Nailed it.
ya pretty much
Yeah not going to argue
true love
nuff. said.
In the Aeroplane over the Sea!
Old one of Mine (2008)
Is This What He Really Sees
Never seeing, only doubting tears are running his soul is shouting never know what is for sure only know she is the cure at the moment she scream,"oh dear, oh dear" when she sees his soul shattered like a mirror only she can be the fix this mess if she just yes, oh yes does she feel the same or is he lost and gone insane we all know this is never smart
to have someone steal your heart.
Anaheim, CA 2010 digging through some old stuff
Can you be a friend and check out some of my photography/ follow/ and pass it along
its ia mix of some new and old and i post daily so stay tunes
Sometimes i wish i would get this more... but it usually just the beard part.
dear mr poe....
thank you
By Mark Sink
Beautiful take on vintage photography
Anatomy 101 Rembrandt
gobsofgook: Deleite gótico: the beauty of Spanish funeral coaches
Woahh 0.0
oh my god
so pretty