(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHXVDWsSm38)
trying on a metaphor
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature

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Kaledo Art

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noise dept.
Sade Olutola
Peter Solarz
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will byers stan first human second
tumblr dot com

pixel skylines

izzy's playlists!
Cosimo Galluzzi
macklin celebrini has autism
One Nice Bug Per Day
DEAR READER
occasionally subtle
seen from Morocco

seen from United States
seen from Germany
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seen from Germany
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@the-lovelight
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHXVDWsSm38)
Leon Perrault,The Bather,1875.
Mr. Darcy looks at you a great deal, Lizzy.
She was so at peace when she slept, lost in a dream, no doubt. This was a sight I always wanted to see. I wanted my chest to be the place she’d rest her head against for the rest of her life.
Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (257/366)
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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(via phantomas47)
Lee Smith, Fair and Tender Ladies
Radiant and glowing, more mysteriously desirable than ever, wearing her very sins like stars, she came down to him in her plain white uniform dress, and his heart turned over at the kindness of her eyes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Basil & Cleopatra (via fitzgeraldquotes)
1950s swimsuits, photographed by Nina Leen.
I watched as she turned her wounds into wisdom.
Sean McClam (via wnq-writers)
(via 10 Literary Quotes For Your Next Wedding)
(via (1) Sir Frederic Leighton, English, 1830-1896 -- Portrait of a Roman Lady (La Nanna) | Art in Details | Pinterest)
Creativity. Your body was a canvas, my fingers were strokes.
nicholas browne (via thesocietyofpoets)
Typing up past poems.
(72 by Josh Walker)
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