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Charlotte, "trying", Florida.
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Kitagawa Utamaro - Toji san bijin (Three Beauties of the Present Day) From Bijin-ga (Pictures of Beautiful Women), published by Tsutaya Juzaburo 

polarisoup said: You are seriously my literary soulmate

I might cry tears of joy

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"innocentes" jennifer pugh by luciana val and franco musso for numero #58

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Thomas BirkeSuper Hotel Tokyo, 2008
"Grass blades swung at and chopped amongst the shards of a dresser mirror in a manner that inspired Tchaikovsky himself. A child tore at the skin around her fingers for the first time, noticing an appeal to the pull of the rougher texture in her hands. Somewhere in the air, she could faintly hear the chime of a music box, and she hummed along to its familiar melody.
“How many grandparents do we have?” she asked her mother, fingers open and ready to count in multiples of one.
Her mother paused in apprehension to answering her daughter truthfully, for fear of exposing things such as inadequacy for the first time.
“You have two grandparents: Grandmom, and Pop-Pop.”
“Why doesn’t dad’s dad count?” the child persisted.
The hesitation was heavier the second account.
The child’s mother sweetened her voice and recited:
“Dad hasn’t seen his father since he was a kid,” as if the words were dripped head first in honey.
The child thought for a moment and concluded,
“Does he not love us?”
Her mother smiled and hushed her, sweeping her into the dress of her arms.
“Do I love you?” she looked down and asked, as the child nodded in accordance.
“Does daddy love you?” She nodded again.
“Does your sister love you?”
The child muttered, “Uh-huh,” and gathered a handful of loose buttercups. Her mother tucked her finger under the crook of her daughter’s chin so that she was looking up at her.
“Do not measure love in numbers or visitation,” she started, “people makes mistakes, and some mistakes are lighter than others.”
She kissed her daughter’s head, and looked out at the wind-thrown laundry line. Rain would be coming in soon, and the clothes were dry to touch.
It was only a matter of time until the lilacs and the pears shed their homes.
Whether or not a coincidence, people tended to do the same."
paintdeath:

tfw no gf:/
"I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?" by Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via paradoxicalsentiments)

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boyirl:

untitled - Chrissie White

rovrsi:

"fast-fix skin". ph by irving penn and richard avedon for vogue us, january 1988

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soyiv:

¥1100 lunch
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Dolce & Gabbana S/S 2014
"Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom."
by James Wrightfave
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"I like middles. It is in middles that extremes clash, where ambiguity restlessly rules." by John Updike (via likeafieldmouse)

emilysteaparty:

emilysteaparty:

it’s good just listen to it

bringin this back because beethoven is great and this movement is lovely

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alexhollen:

polarisoup:

I am elf

You are unbelievably cute