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arjuna-vallabha:

Flooded ruins at Angkor

arjuna-vallabha:

Flooded ruins at Angkor

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arjuna-vallabha:

Flooded ruins at Angkor

arjuna-vallabha:

Flooded ruins at Angkor

(via actuallycrying)

cvilletochucktown:

Bobby McAlpine 

cvilletochucktown:

Bobby McAlpine 

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meet-me-in-europe:


Venice, Italy

meet-me-in-europe:

Venice, Italy

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Vancouver
2012
Rommy Ghaly

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"I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn’t a proper place. I like in betweens."

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives.   (via cudah)

I’m going to reread this series goddamn

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If this isn’t an entrance to a fairy world then I don’t know what is…

Fairy Glen, Isle of Skye, Scotland, April 2014

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livthurley:

photo diary, 2014

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fewthistle:

Three women along the boardwalk in Blackpool, England. 1934.
Photographer: Unknown

fewthistle:

Three women along the boardwalk in Blackpool, England. 1934.

Photographer: Unknown

aweepingangel:

i was never jealous of barbie’s body

i was jealous of all the shit she had and that fucking mansion and her pimp ass car and her hot boyfriend

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(via thouswell)

"I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought."
— Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night (via flowing-air)

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