blood and time
the wisdom of the fool won't set you free
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alia / eighteen / los angeles

~enfj~

“as far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk”

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olsnaggletooth:

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momjeans atlas - blonde atlas - sander cohen - bas sander - brigid tenenbaum - tenenbaum 2 - silas cobb - julie langford - jack - bad end jack - andrew ryan - diane mcclintock 
evocativesynthesis:

St. Sofia Church, Harbin  (by hijackie23)

evocativesynthesis:

St. Sofia Church, Harbin  (by hijackie23)

"No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest.
UnknownIlse Lehiste (via mirroir)
goetz-von-berlichingen:

Netherlands, August 1941
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goetz-von-berlichingen:

Netherlands, August 1941

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Over 2 light years across and over 2000 light years away from Earth: The Ghost Nebula (Hubble)

Over 2 light years across and over 2000 light years away from Earth: The Ghost Nebula (Hubble)

I could feel my heartbeat taking me down 
And for the moment, I would sleep alright 
I’m dealing with a selfish fear 
To keep me up another restless night…

saltychen:

I love this movie so much<3
toothless is freaking adorable!!!

saltychen:

I love this movie so much<3

toothless is freaking adorable!!!

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greuze:

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836–1912)The Roses of Heliogabalus (Detail)Oil on canvas, 1888

greuze:

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836–1912)
The Roses of Heliogabalus (Detail)
Oil on canvas, 1888

"In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
UnknownRichard Siken, War of the Foxes [x] (via wolfspirals)
mpdrolet:

Golden Gate Bridge, 2.24.00, 6:50 am, 2000
Richard Misrach

mpdrolet:

Golden Gate Bridge, 2.24.00, 6:50 am, 2000

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annimaarit:

Every Now and Then
“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

annimaarit:

Every Now and Then

“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”

—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle