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nana for allure

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mrgolightly:

The Knife - We Share Our Mother’s Health [Shaken-Up Version]

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source: paintdeath
#art

paintdeath:

Childe Hassam - Rainy Night (1895)

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source: lilith-not-eve
I’m going to take the smell of her cooking to the grave,
As well as the way she curls her hips as she stirs,
And winks at me.
I’m going to steal the way she makes love in the mornings before work,
Or on a Sunday morning,
With a heart heavy with sleep, limbs heavy with lust.
I don’t want anyone else to know the way she scowls in her sleep,
Or shouts out ‘FUCK OFF’ when she can’t do up her shoes.
I don’t want to give the world the taste off her tears when she kisses me with resigned anger,
Because the world is too wrinkled and spoilt and her head hurts too much to hold.
I’m going to stain her on my skin,
With a tan on my ring finger that spells ‘hers’,
And a scar above my knee from when we laughed so hard we fell out of bed
But into love
Night after night.
I want her in the messy incomplete sentences of comfort,
Not in the way she presents herself
To everyone else. —FRS. (via lilith-not-eve)
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narcoticfairy:

SMOKING MUSICIANS [x]
► Matt Berninger

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gaksdesigns:

The Lost Forest World of the World’s Largest Cave.
In 1991, a local farmer by the name of Ho Khanh was walking along a stretch of lush forest within the heart of the Phong Nha Ke Bang National Park in Quang Binh province, near the border between Laos and Vietnam. It was an area that he had passed many times before and he was not paying any particular attention to his surroundings when suddenly the jungle floor opened up beneath him and Mr. Khanh only barely managed to hold on as the ground crumbled beneath him. When he was able to get his bearings, he peered into the gaping chasm that had suddenly appeared out of the thick foliage and saw that there was now a steep drop where he had stood that descended down into darkness. By pure chance and blind luck, this man had discovered an entrance that had remained hidden from man for millions of years into what would turn out to be the largest cave in the world, a behemoth five times larger than the largest known cave at the time.

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There are certain landscapes and places that call to us again and again. There isn’t always a reason, rationalization or rhythm to this- it’s just the way of things. Some of us may prefer the ocean and its tides, some the desert- barren and serene, some of us the eastern forests of green, and some, the mountains, grand, wild, and sweeping.

When you think of the land you inhabit, is it the one that calls you home? Is it the one that comforts your body and being down to the bones? When you close your eyes, what scenery do you most long for? Remember, that we’re able to derive great strength and energy from our surroundings when they’re right for us.

Victoria Erickson (via venuschild)
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source: livingthroughbooks
though i cannot see, i can hear her smile as she sings
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source: larmoyante
I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (I’m not a big one for paying compliments), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain. —Jonathan Carroll
9,468 notes // 4 days ago
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source: poboh
#art

poboh:

Aftenstemning, 1878, Amaldus Nielsen. Norwegian (1838 - 1932)

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source: 130186

130186:

Richard Nicoll S/S 2015

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rhymez:

#1 rule: never cry over a fuckboy

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