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[minuty]

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.

Jim Morrison (via minuty)

[renamonkalou]

Games with the moon 📷 Daniel Korjonov | Greenland

[thejakelikesonions]

Just inherit it already

[rejoicethehands]

[untitled-1991]

david sims francesca burns carly hanger the face 1997

[vvvestvvood]

Raquel Zimmermann photographed by Cass Bird, Self Service

[mango549]

desperately trying to find copies of this old manga magazine :(

[sweetsteeths]

person: hey you ok?

me, dissociating: 

[artist-cardoso]

Cafe in Paris, 1908, Amadeo de Souza Cardoso

[sulphuriclike]

August Sander Sekretärin von Westdeutschen Rundfunk, Koln 1931 Die Photographische Sammlung-SK Stiftung Kultur, Koln

[zzzze]

Ernst Haas (1921-1986) Street Scene, Eastern Europe, ca. 1955 Gelatin silver print

[life]

LIFE legend Edith Piaf was born 102 years ago today on Dec. 19, 1915 in Belleville, Paris, France. She is pictured here in a montage of expressions and gestures while singing during a performance at the Versailles nightclub in 1952. (Photo by Allan Grant—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images) #LIFElegends #EdithPiaf

[stremplerart]

Acryl auf Leinwand + Collage 2017 / Acrylic on canvas + collage 2017

W. Strempler

[baroque-art-appreciation]

Bacchus, 1596, Caravaggio

Size: 85x95 cm Medium: oil, canvas

[adhemarpo]

Jean Giraud, Alejandro Jodorowsky - Griffes d'ange

[art-mysecondname]

Derek Overfield

[sunbathe]

I was born in a junkyard, not even on a bundle of rags or the seat of an old wrecked car but the dust below. But when my eyes opened I could crawl to the edge and see the moving grass and the trees and this I began to dream on, though the worms were eating me. And at night through the twists of metal I could see a single star–one, not even two. Its light was a thing of wonder, and I learned something precious that would also be good for you. Though the worms kept biting and pinching I fell in love with this star. I stared at it every night– that light so clear and far. Listen, a junkyard puppy learns quickly how to dream. Listen, whatever you see and love– that’s where you are.

‘Luke’s Junkyard Song’ by Mary Oliver (via sunbathe)