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Amalgam

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(Source: pe-arl, via talisman)

wihld:

bvlgarized:

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davykesey:

Manhattan at 6 a.m.

but just click on the picture 

Grand

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wihld:

bvlgarized:

i-w0nt-fade-away:

davykesey:

Manhattan at 6 a.m.

but just click on the picture 

Grand

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(via donkeyovaries)

blue-voids:

Guy Sargent - What Lies Beneath the Surface, 2006-09

(via transfinitism)

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mymodernmet:

Artist Sophia Narrett uses needle and thread to create stunning, embroidered narratives. Rich in color and texture, her works have a unique, painterly quality as threads flow throughout the image and off the frame in beautiful drips and swirls.

halflifeoflove:

Thank you for everything you taught us, Professor Keating.

halflifeoflove:

Thank you for everything you taught us, Professor Keating.

(via slowlydrifting)

(via arosary)

Each in the most hidden sack kept
the lost jewels of memory,
intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,
the fragment of public or private happiness.
A few, the wolves, collected thighs,
other men loved the dawn scratching
mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.
For me happiness was to share singing,
praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.
I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:
my life had no use on earth.
Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day (via observando)
  • Artist: Hozier
  • Track: Take Me To Church

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dannielle:

closetsare4clothes:

majestikmajesty:

coffee-and-yoga:

donotcryout:

The Sexy Lie, Caroline Heldman at TEDxYouth@SanDiego

Every single word of this.

The body monitoring though.

jesus h christ hallelujah preach 

My brilliant professor- Caroline Heldman- love her! 

important.

(Source: exgynocraticgrrl, via thelesbianguide)

likeafieldmouse:

Read Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray in its entirety here.

Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. Unfortunately the happiness is there. There is always the chance (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can’t help hoping, and keeping faith, and loving beauty. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be wise to be.
T.H. White, Ghostly, Grim and Gruesome (via observando)