Planet Earth II: Episode 05 - Grasslands
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Planet Earth II: Episode 05 - Grasslands
Rainy day in Kyoto // 김영민
Cover flowers. Anemone special offer. Bob Anderson nursery. 1954. Catalog cover.
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Montmorency cherries. [Van Holderbeke Nursery Company catalogue, Spokane, Washington]. 1909.
strawberries, elderflower and herbs, peaches, fresh goat milk
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma (via voicethepages)
shinjukutakumar.
god gave me the power of losing interest in 0.1 seconds
Bilbao Guggenheim, holographic exhibit, abriwin
i made this comic for sad magazine’s trash issue, which came out this month.. it’s about all the other things you can do with trash besides throwing it away.
“I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”
— Henry Miller (via minuty)
if i was fighting a war of attrition in rainy northwestern france in 1916 i would quite simply leap nimbly around the filthy puddles to avoid getting trenchfoot
“The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted..” | cam damage by self
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if i was fighting a war of attrition in rainy northwestern france in 1916 i would quite simply leap nimbly around the filthy puddles to avoid getting trenchfoot
gosh it’s tiring being an angel with a big heart