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Camille. HTX. YFL.
I never was an open book.
herosolitaire:

Gus Hughes - Portrait of Unpacked Figure

You make me forget that I was even sad in the first place. 

wedontdeserveheads:

Stanley Kubrick taking a mirror selfie with his daughter, while Jack Nicholson thought it was a photo of him.
triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"
rdikuls:

Eloy Morales-the world’s best photorealistic painter
rdikuls pleasedsoul

Sonic Vision at the Rose planetarium in NYC featured a gigantic animated Collective Vision.

the18thpaledescendant:

if you are feeling even the slightest bit emotionally vulnerable- even just a little bit…

DON’T watch a live performance of “I Know its Over”. 

you’ll break yourself

i’ve broken myself


Kiss by the window, Edvard Mulch, 1892
heliotrophic indigoandgunpowder
cerebral-hummus:

Vincent van Gogh
On the Threshold of Eternity
c. 1890
narabean:

Starry Night over the Rhone by Vincent van Gogh 
There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)
typewriterdaily wheredoirunwhenimalone
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