haileighdesire:

shipwreckd:

damnit Donald.

I feel a close kinship with moths.

(Source: gambxno)

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mickeymichal:

We went out to the lake, it was 10
maybe 11 at night. Nevertheless, it was late.
We stationed ourselves on a bench, the night
was clear, the stars didn’t show Saturn,
but the dipper was bright.

You said, “How depressing,”
and I said, “What?”
And you said, “They are all dead, burning

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pi4nobl4ck:

I will leave you with your own conclusions

pi4nobl4ck:

I will leave you with your own conclusions

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misscastalian:

I know what it is to be holy.
It is to enter no lit rooms.
It is to stand on the threshold and be neither here nor there.
To need no assurance.

We are born folded over despite the facts.
We find other bodies to fill our time.
But there is no space for love in the fullness of being.

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iheartmyart:

Kevin Luo, Stranger Series - Absence, Graphite medium. 2B Mechanical Pencil., 16in. x 20in. Bristol Board., Approx 58 hours, 2012-13

iheartmyart:

Kevin Luo, Stranger Series - Absence, Graphite medium. 2B Mechanical Pencil., 16in. x 20in. Bristol Board., Approx 58 hours, 2012-13

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