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"I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it."
Hanamoto Hagumi, from Honey and Clover (via violentwavesofemotion)
fotojournalismus:

A supermoon rises over Ciudad Juarez on Sept. 9, 2014. (Reuters)
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In fact, this all started because you were an ignorant IDIOT.
You got TRICKED by me,
TAMPERED with by the doctor, and
turned into a MONSTER.
This is all YOUR fault.

In fact, this all started because you were an ignorant IDIOT.
You got TRICKED by me,
TAMPERED with by the doctor, and
turned into a MONSTER.
This is all YOUR fault.

In fact, this all started because you were an ignorant IDIOT.
You got TRICKED by me,
TAMPERED with by the doctor, and
turned into a MONSTER.
This is all YOUR fault.

In fact, this all started because you were an ignorant IDIOT.
You got TRICKED by me,
TAMPERED with by the doctor, and
turned into a MONSTER.
This is all YOUR fault.

In fact, this all started because you were an ignorant IDIOT.
You got TRICKED by me,
TAMPERED with by the doctor, and
turned into a MONSTER.
This is all YOUR fault.

In fact, this all started because you were an ignorant IDIOT.
You got TRICKED by me,
TAMPERED with by the doctor, and
turned into a MONSTER.
This is all YOUR fault.

In fact, this all started because you were an ignorant IDIOT.
You got TRICKED by me,
TAMPERED with by the doctor, and
turned into a MONSTER.
This is all YOUR fault.
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vivipiuomeno:

Klaus Zaugg ph. - Performance ‘s reportage of Project for an underground city in the age of great contaminations of Gaetano Pesce, 1971 
vivipiuomeno:

Klaus Zaugg ph. - Performance ‘s reportage of Project for an underground city in the age of great contaminations of Gaetano Pesce, 1971 
vivipiuomeno:

Klaus Zaugg ph. - Performance ‘s reportage of Project for an underground city in the age of great contaminations of Gaetano Pesce, 1971 
"… and her soul is dark, I think, and she knows it."
Zulawski on Adjani. (via cherubin0)
"

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

"
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via peachiegrl)