September, the bed we lie in between summer and autumn,
Charles Wright, from “A Journal of the Year of the Ox,” Zone Journals (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1988). (via middecember)
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Sweet Seals For You, Always
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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Fieri Frames
Show & Tell

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The Bright Sessions

#extradirty
The Stonewall Inn
Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Love Begins
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Today's Document

if i look back, i am lost
The Bowery Presents
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September, the bed we lie in between summer and autumn,
Charles Wright, from “A Journal of the Year of the Ox,” Zone Journals (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1988). (via middecember)
I want to be closer to you today than I was yesterday. And still closer tomorrow.
Bruce Adler (via denerim)
Daniele Valeriani
Billy Bogiatzoglou aka Billelis, Illustrations.
Incredible illustration work mixed with 3D rendering by British artist Billy Bogiatzoglou, aka Billelis. I’d really, really love to see these as real-life sculptures and maybe even own a few.
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“Monsu Desiderio” - Francois de Nome / Didier Barra | (detail) date unknown
Mark Verstockt (Belgian, born 1930)
Painting I, 1961
Oil on canvas, 100 x 81 cm
“The Rise"… Work in progress 1… Little Night…
“Käppele”, Würzburg, Unterfranken/Lower Franconia. (July 2014)
(built and decorated from 1748-1800, organ made 1752, reconstructed 1991)
❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈
HADES : “Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.”
Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors (via lesgardenias)