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(Source: appleday, via hypermelancholy)
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(Source: fairyhell, via deadwildcat)
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Martin Creed’s work in the Summer exhibition @ the Tate St Ives
‘Love’ by Jonathan Dredge
(Source: jonathandredgev1, via myimpress)
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The cold finds us early now. Bites at our noses peeking above the covers, nips at our heels as we flee into the clothes that will protect us through the day. Warm me now. Warm me.
Frozen Feathers on Frozen Panes (by TylerKnott)
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“He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like those others: just a shape to fill a lack that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore…” —William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying
(via teachingliteracy)
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This was done with a ballpoint motherfucking pen.
by Juan Francisco Casas(via reeethsogen)
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(Source: artpixie)
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perfection
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I can’t even look you in the eyes. You’d see I’m in love with you just by looking into my eyes.
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TRUE FRIENDS
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