May. 25, 2013 at 4:46pm with 256,376 notes
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benskid:

Know where you stand.

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2:29am with 13,295 notes
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rainydaysandblankets: hercrossroads: soon. :]

rainydaysandblankets:

hercrossroads:

soon.

:]

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May. 24, 2013 at 5:46pm with 54 notes
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surfahh:  

surfahh:

 

5:45pm with 93,925 notes
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“
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
— N’tima (via petrichour)

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3:01pm with 2,415 notes
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aseaofquotes: Charlotte Bronte, Villette

aseaofquotes:

Charlotte Bronte, Villette

1:49pm with 990 notes
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May. 23, 2013 at 3:22pm with 775 notes
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editionaladdictions: The Wave by Christopher R. W. Nevinson, 1917

editionaladdictions:

The Wave by Christopher R. W. Nevinson, 1917

2:46pm with 695 notes
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cestlavieparis:

Bon Iver - Holocene

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1:31pm with 67,938 notes
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May. 22, 2013 at 11:50pm with 150,774 notes
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comeandbreakmyheart: katiebbrennan: elkane: Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW!!!!! Inception.

comeandbreakmyheart:

katiebbrennan:

elkane:

Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW!!!!!

Inception.

9:12pm with 536 notes
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expose-the-light:

Back to Light by Caleb Charland 

9:10pm with 882 notes
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shoulderblades: palace of tears, nelly agassi, 2002 at the center of the exhibition space stands a young woman, wearing a simple skin-colored dress; hundreds of strips made of similar fabric are suspended from various points on the four walls surrounding her. some trail on the floor, reaching her feet, others look as though they are already, somehow, connected to her dress. she bends, picks up a strip of fabric from the floor, sews it onto her dress, and so on and so forth. strip after strip, hour in hour out, in a cyclical, sequential act, until no more fabric strips remain on the floor, and she appears inseparably connected to the walls of the exhibition space.

shoulderblades:

palace of tears, nelly agassi, 2002

at the center of the exhibition space stands a young woman, wearing a simple skin-colored dress; hundreds of strips made of similar fabric are suspended from various points on the four walls surrounding her. some trail on the floor, reaching her feet, others look as though they are already, somehow, connected to her dress. she bends, picks up a strip of fabric from the floor, sews it onto her dress, and so on and so forth. strip after strip, hour in hour out, in a cyclical, sequential act, until no more fabric strips remain on the floor, and she appears inseparably connected to the walls of the exhibition space.

9:06pm with 2,793 notes
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black-white-reflections: Berlin Kiss, 1996 Harry Benson

black-white-reflections:

Berlin Kiss, 1996 Harry Benson

9:04pm with 3,150 notes
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“
…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’
— Friedrich Nietzsche   (via lunaandjolie)

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