1. 16:32 19th May 2012

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  2. 16:31

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  3. 16:29

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    fystarwars:

    Paint splatter Star Wars (via behance)

     
  4. 21:46 3rd May 2012

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  5. 19:37 2nd May 2012

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  6. 19:34

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  7. 19:34

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  8. 19:34

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    Between farewell and the absence of farewell,
    The final mercy and the final loss,
    The wind and the sudden falling of the wind.
    — Wallace Stevens, from “Like Decorations in a Nigger Cemetery” in Collected Poems (via proustitute)
     
  9. 19:31

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    auberginespecs:

    i cant even

     
  10. 19:30

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    auberginespecs:

MEEEEP

    auberginespecs:

    MEEEEP

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  11. 19:30

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    fystarwars:

    by Isabelle Dillard (via society6)

     
  12. 19:30

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    auberginespecs:

fystarwars:

Star Wars alphabet by Fabian Gonzalez (via society6)

my younglings…

    auberginespecs:

    fystarwars:

    Star Wars alphabet by Fabian Gonzalez (via society6)

    my younglings…

     
  13. 12:42 29th Apr 2012

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  14. 12:42

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    Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.
    — Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf, trans. Basil Creighton (via proustitute)
     
  15. 12:41

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