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by Daniel Diasgranados
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daniel-diasgranados:

Like a soft earth bound cloud, in infinite shades of red to pink, to white and everything in between, majestic flowers fill the skies and reflect in the tranquil waters of the abyss

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ghostofaphotographer:

how I feel 24/7

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colettesaintyves:









Une fille et des fusils (Claude Lelouch, 1964).

colettesaintyves:

Une fille et des fusils (Claude Lelouch, 1964).

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davykesey:

athomeonjourney:

Exploring Turtleback and Rainbow Falls. 

Teaser from a new side project. It’s all about pushing yourself to do more. Stay tuned!

mrkiki:

Jean-Michel BasquiatUntitled1984. Acrylic, oil paitstick, and silkscreen on canvas.167.6 x 152.4 cm.

mrkiki:

Jean-Michel Basquiat
Untitled
1984. Acrylic, oil paitstick, and silkscreen on canvas.
167.6 x 152.4 cm.

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drewwilsonphoto:

one day you’ll forget about me. in fact you probably already have. you just haven’t realized it yet. you forgot about my breath in the morning or my glasses of wine at night. you forgot about union square and all the movies we watched. you forgot about what train we had to take or where we were even going. i will always remember how tolerable your breath was or how much of a lightweight you were. or that exact spot by the fence and how we only ever really sat through half the movies. i know one day soon I won’t even be as present as a scar to you. you’ll make your bed with sheets I’ve never laid on and you’ll drink your tea from a mug i’ve never made you coffee in. you’ll watch me fade like the ending of a movie or the last inches of daylight after a shitty sunset. like a birthday that went by too fast. no candles on the cake, no tears in your eyes. i will be nothing but the coffee rings on the table or the cigarette butts in the cracks on the sidewalk. i wish i was permanent. like times square in the daytime. or your split ends. but i’m only temporary to you. i’m only words and thoughts.

drewwilsonphoto:

one day you’ll forget about me. in fact you probably already have. you just haven’t realized it yet. you forgot about my breath in the morning or my glasses of wine at night. you forgot about union square and all the movies we watched. you forgot about what train we had to take or where we were even going. i will always remember how tolerable your breath was or how much of a lightweight you were. or that exact spot by the fence and how we only ever really sat through half the movies. i know one day soon I won’t even be as present as a scar to you. you’ll make your bed with sheets I’ve never laid on and you’ll drink your tea from a mug i’ve never made you coffee in. you’ll watch me fade like the ending of a movie or the last inches of daylight after a shitty sunset. like a birthday that went by too fast. no candles on the cake, no tears in your eyes. i will be nothing but the coffee rings on the table or the cigarette butts in the cracks on the sidewalk. i wish i was permanent. like times square in the daytime. or your split ends. but i’m only temporary to you. i’m only words and thoughts.

itokyome-official:

i 2013SS着物&2014SS原宿t&プリーツワンピース

itokyome-official:

i 2013SS着物&2014SS原宿t&プリーツワンピース

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buttonpoetry:

Gage Wallace - “How We Have Learned To Love”

"This is how we have learned to love. Texting each other pictures of our bodies. When we share a bed, we only know how to touch ourselves."

No wonder this guy won the Valentine’s Day tournament.