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Daniel | 24 | INTJ | Ottawa | IG: devious.daniel | Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring, and half of my heart is the part of a man who's never truly loved anything.

[charmedslayer]

[rihenna]

[lonequixote]

Andy Warhol

Grace Kelly (1984)  

(via @lonequixote)

[lonequixote]

Claude Monet

Cliff Walk at Pourville (1882)

(via @lonequixote​)

[lonequixote]

Jermaine Rogers

Cosmic Daughter (Frida)

(via @lonequixote)

[lonequixote]

Andy Warhol

Lifesavers

(via @lonequixote)

[plizm-deactivated20150506]

[vangoghs-moved]

2020′s final plot twist could be me meeting the love of my life idk 

[withtherightregrets]

SHOCKING season finale

[peeyushi4vinit]

The smell of old 📚 and the warm feeling of being inside bookshops. ✨

[quick-nip]

(via Saturday Morning Cartoons: Baopu #15) by Yao Xiao

words to remember

[scrub-lyf]

[its-a-different-world]

Iconic

[orvillepeckdaily]

orvillepeck: Orville’s tips for the day:

Don’t spit in the wind⁣ Don’t squat in your spurs ⁣ Presave Show Pony 🤠

[cherishedyellow]

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

“Plus je produis et moins je suis sûr. Sur le chemin où marche un artiste, la nuit tombe de plus en plus épaisse. Finalement, il meurt aveugle. Ma seule foi est que la lumière l'habite, au-dedans, et qu'il ne peut la voir, et qu'elle rayonne quand même. Mais comment en être sûr. C'est pourquoi il faut bien s'appuyer sur l'ami, quand il sait et comprend, et qu'il marche lui-même du même pas.”

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Albert Camus à René Char ,21 juillet 1956

English : “ The more I produce less I’m sure. On the way in which an artist works, night falls increasingly thick. Finally, he died blind. My only faith is the light dwells, within, and can not see her, and she still shines. But how to be sure. That is why we must rely on the friend, when he knows and understands, and he himself walking in step.” Camus  to Char, July 21,1956

(via causeries-litteraires)

[jacobvanloon]

Sunbleaching at Bosler

[beetnelson]

[rexisky]

Falcao Lucas