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You’ll understand why storms are named after people.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via wordsnquotes)
“Once upon a time, there was a man who died…”
It’s been a while since I’ve really dedicated time to a piece of fan art, huh? But you can expect a whole bunch more coming up.
It is essential to leave some space empty; you could — and should — never fill in all the blanks.
The north sea, Germany
Milczenie nie jest złotem. Milczenie jest paskudnym kłamstwem. Milczenie jest najpaskudniejszym ze wszystkich kłamstw
Marek Hłasko “Pierwszy krok w chmurach” (via skondensowane-mysli)
Places where reality is a bit altered:
• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet
playgrounds at night
rest stops on highways
deep in the mountains
early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
schools during breaks
those little beaches right next to ferry docks
bowling alleys
unfamiliar mcdonalds on long roadtrips
your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
laundromats at midnight
what the fuck
(by julie marie craig)