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"Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."

- Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via larmoyante)

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likeafieldmouse:

Tracey Emin - My Bed (1998)

The artist’s bed, presented in the state she claimed it had been while in the midst of a suicidial depression brought on by relationship difficulties. Empty booze bottles, cigarette butts, stained sheets, worn panties, “the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown”, My Bed was a scandalous installation in its day and though it wasn’t the winner of the Turner Prize, its notoriety has persisted. 

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aerbor:

KATE WIMER

aerbor:

KATE WIMER

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19th & 20th century tiaras

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allthingseurope:

Innsbruck, Austria (by efiske)

allthingseurope:

Innsbruck, Austria (by efiske)

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nialllhoran:

men’s back muscles let you know that god is real

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lyxdelsic:

when u starin at your crush and they catch u

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"As humans, we ruin everything we touch, including each other."

- (via itscherryamber)

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k175un3:

Sakura Season - 桜新町

k175un3:

Sakura Season - 桜新町

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