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indigoliz:

FLUFFY

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never-forget-montauk:

fer1972:

Nature and Noise: Photography by Anna Marinenko

These are beyond beautiful

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plasmatics-life:

Immersion sous une arche by Eric Volto | (Website)

"Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”"

- Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via halluzinogen)

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awwww-cute:

Today my boyfriend bought a label maker
vwcampervan-aldridge:

Secondhand Bookstall on a canal barge, Little Heywood, Shugborough, England.

I want to avoid becoming too styled, too 'done' and too generic. You see people as they go through their career, and they just become more and more like everyone else. They start out with something individual about them, but it gets lost. - Emma Watson 


I love this girl too much.

"And she is the reader
who browses the shelf
and looks for new worlds
but finds herself."

- Laura Purdie Salas (via observando)

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Love surprise phone calls from people who mean a lot to me.

(Source: ragafox, via warpwoofwimble)

leavesandpumpkins:

mortiphia-blackness:

o2011110614 by ~kriegsmaschine

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iio0oii:

"Grow up with me.

Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together.
Fall off swings, and burn special things,
and both play outside in bad weather.

Let’s eat badly.
Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.
Let’s sit in the back of the car,
making eye contact with strangers driving past,
making them uncomfortable.

Not caring.
Not swearing.
Don’t fuck.

Let’s both reclaim our superpowers;
the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.
The ability not to fear social awkwardness.
To panic when locked in the cellar;
still sure there’s something down there.
And while picking from pillows each feather,
let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed,
forcing us closer together.

Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces;
sticking our tongues out at passers by.
Let’s cry.
Let’s swim.
Let’s everything.

Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over.
Classical music is boring.
Poetry baffles us both;
there’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant.
Plays are long, tiresome, sullen, and filled;
with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,
and grazing our knees on cement.

Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence.
Learn about parents and forgiveness,
death and morality,
kindness and art,
thus losing both of our innocent hearts,
but at least we won’t do it apart.

Grow up with me.”

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