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we're not kids anymore.

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if i look back, i am lost
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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moving
I’m going to leave this tumblr account. It has been 3 or 4 years. But I need a new start. I wanted to make another blog, more personal. Basically the same, but refreshed. If you want, ask me for my new url.
moving
I’m going to leave this tumblr account. It has been 3 or 4 years. But I need a new start. I wanted to make another blog, more personal. Basically the same, but refreshed. If you want, ask me for my new url.
moving
I’m going to leave this tumblr account. It has been 3 or 4 years. But I need a new start. I wanted to make another blog, more personal. Basically the same, but refreshed. If you want, ask me for my new url.
The writer’s job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Vladimir Nabokov (via iapprovethispost)
claude monet; french 1840-1946 water lilies,1908 oil on canvas.
peashooter85:
Pair of flintlock/boxlock pistols crafted by the legendary Versailles master gunsmith Nicolas Noel Boutet, 1810.
The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes by Vincent Starrett
house in komazawa park / miCo.
Me: i hate Friend:you hate what? Me: i hate
"Do you know— through all the tears and crying, I have learnt to be content and accept that I cannot always be happy. I learn to be secure in my loneliness, hopeful that I will be able to cope. But every year on Christmas Day I get very lonely. An incredible feeling of solitude. Everything begins to stand still, and even the trees have stop rustling. But I’m still moving, and I want to move, but I have nowhere to move to, and nowhere to go. The scars beneath my skin begin to surface, and I begin to get scared, scared of being alone. But now I know, that all this will pass, and tomorrow is another day, and I will carry on with my life." - Lilting (2014)
Fumi Koike(小池 ふみ)
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Monet @ St Petersburg Museum of Fine Arts
Cluster of stars / photographic postcard
“I mean, bees.” — “The Adventure of The Lion’s Mane”, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, dramatised for radio by Bert Coules
Garden City Movement // Move On (2014)