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Janaina Medeiros
noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Xuebing Du
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
taylor price
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Love Begins
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JBB: An Artblog!

Andulka
Keni
dirt enthusiast
One Nice Bug Per Day
KIROKAZE

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Not today Justin
Cosmic Funnies

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@tidehearted
Room Overlooking the Harbour, 1876, James Tissot
Medium: oil, canvas
if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.
if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.
“Well, what do you call it when someone tries to kill you?”
“Tuesday.”
types of people
honey: lipstick, a sweet voice, confident laughter, handwritten notes, tries their best, loves fashion and dogs, bright eyes like the sun, new cities, good grades
woodsmoke: tired souls, ticket stubs and street maps from places they’ve visited, bodies full of untold stories, missing the train, coffee, gentle words
wisteria: dreamy evenings, freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, sipping tea, writing in a diary, thick, worn-out jumpers, handfuls of flowers, falling in love, book piles
saltwater: dark, tousled hair, ripped jeans, paintbrushes, lofty grins, swallowing hard, a little broken, trying desperately to be a good person
ink: soft aching hands buried in messy hair, tragic smiles, scribbling on dusty parchment, ancient ruins, attic windows, stars, cups of tea gone cold
thunderstorms: leather jackets, eyeliner wings, sharpening their smiles, lace-up boots, vinyl records, wikipedia articles, tangled earphones, cigarette afternoons
Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, La bonaventura
Michael Dahl, Portrait of a Lady detail, ca. 1700-10
For whatever we lose (a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea. - E.E. Cummings
Montague Dawson
UK, 1890-1973
bruh
oh i’ll bury the hatchet all right. i’ll bury it in your spine.
Things I want: snuggles
Things I receive: struggles
okay i love this series
“Do not mistake my composure for tolerance.”
— Arthur and Merlin (2015), Dir. Marco Van Belle (via wnq-movies)
Reblog if those strange tales about sea-officers are true in your character’s case.