Sunday, May 27, 2012

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shutthisdoor: Mijita Rica! Con todo respeto!

shutthisdoor:

Mijita Rica! Con todo respeto!

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bluprint:

A certain hotel company has views to die for with their Infinity Pools. These pools overlook the forests and from different levels show the true beauty of both the design and the landscape surrounding.

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“I remember lonely and
what it tasted like before
your name took root in my throat,
before everything reminded me of your mouth.
I don’t know how I lived that way…” Warsan Shire (via falsealarms)

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The Kiss (1935) by Man Ray.

The Kiss (1935) by Man Ray.

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“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.” Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
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Fucking fuck fucker

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thehawaiikids: Can I go here or what

thehawaiikids:

Can I go here or what

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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.” Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via myheadisweak)

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agenteeseven:

Jagged nails and broken eyelids
Who planted this garden?
The flowers smell like gasoline
My head fills with this stench
Roaring
A sunless day

When did you become beautiful?

A glowing crown of careless hands
Hands that always feed
These hands around your throat would be too easy
Tending to this garden renders me motionless

Pain.
Painful.
Pain.
Less?

Purity is a sin

Realizing you
My disgusting love
You’re somewhere else

Crooked eyelashes
Dead feet

I’m all yours.

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emwolfilie: The old huge oak tree by *WilliamSnape

emwolfilie:

The old huge oak tree by *WilliamSnape

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