What I needed seemed to be absent everywhere. Charles Bukowski (via whyallcaps)

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the-streetstyle:

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give-em-helvetica:

John James Audubon, Birds of America: Corvus corvax (Common American Raven), etching and watercolour on paper. c. 1827
I have no idea what I’m doing with this. #ArtBar  (at The Urban Art Bar)

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cursedmistakes:

carpe-hana:

#this is it this is american television

that all happened in under 2 minutes

this is honestly a spiritual experience

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Southern night sky star trails by Urlaubsknipser on Flickr.
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~ Paulina Quentin de Briey ~
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot (via hermionejg)

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