Hell is a place where the walls are made of mirrors and you can never close your eyes.
Адам Стэнли  Все мои грехи Вспомнил (via pukin)

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sorbetshawty:

minimale animale spring 2014

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roseydoesy:

Before bloom & once bloomed

hoya bella - Shooting Star

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christin-rj:

30 on Flickr.
My 50 Best/Favourite Photos of 2012 30/50 Soaring over the sea

christin-rj:

30 on Flickr.

My 50 Best/Favourite Photos of 2012
30/50
Soaring over the sea

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I can only speak for myself, but there’s something about writing at night that feels…sneaky. There’s an outlaw quality to it, combined, oddly enough, with a sense of being safe. It has an anaerobic, subterranean feel; it’s as if I’m working beneath the soil, toiling in secret, trying to cultivate something hidden and occult.
Alethea Black, from Essay To A Reader At 3 a.m (via lonehands)

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misswallflower:

Projection (Bambi) 

misswallflower:

Projection (Bambi) 


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sorelips:

mornings

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