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vive la maladie de votre tête


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It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.

—The Flies // Jean Paul Sartre (via hefuckin)

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Downtown Amsterdam at dusk, Amsterdam, The Netherlands. November 2013

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Feeling you, Gwen

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ifuckingloveminerals:

Quartz var. Citrine



a 2 year old studied my citrine today and called it “kind of magical” and it was so sweet i died and now i’m dead. #kidsarecute

ifuckingloveminerals:

Quartz var. Citrine

a 2 year old studied my citrine today and called it “kind of magical” and it was so sweet i died and now i’m dead. #kidsarecute

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

—Pablo Neruda (via man-of-prose)

(via fluoe)

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

Jane Austen, Mansfield Park (via misswallflower)

The Austen soothes.

aqqindex:

Mies van der Rohe, Tugendhat House, 1928-1930

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Mies van der Rohe, Tugendhat House, 1928-1930

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