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10:12 pm     62 notes
February 7 2014

adderall-princess:

kim sangwoo is like my fave person rn

adderall-princess:

kim sangwoo is like my fave person rn

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8:44 pm      5,506 notes
February 5 2014

sreed99342:

Hackney Wick, East London

sreed99342:

Hackney Wick, East London

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11:51 pm      3,416 notes
February 1 2014


10:28 pm      1,755 notes
February 1 2014

How to unlock a car with a shoelace.

aliciasw0nderland:

Tie a noose-like knot with your lace.

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Slide it through the small opening of the car door.

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Tighten the lace loop and pull the lock up. Then receive free car.

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7:15 pm     356,673 notes
February 1 2014

nataliekucken:

Abandoned house in Georgia that i stole a blue nightgown from, December 2013

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11:22 am     9,492 notes
February 1 2014

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

— T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men  (via mirroir)

(Source: theunquotables, via mirroir)


2:10 pm     440 notes
January 31 2014

sherbertshower:

moose—blood:

Today was a success. Disorder - Photography

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11:07 pm     12,503 notes
January 28 2014

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

— Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening (via observando)

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11:38 pm     8,052 notes
January 23 2014

“Poor, poor Ghost,” she murmured; “have you no place where you can sleep?”

“Far away beyond the pine-woods,” he answered, in a low, dreamy voice, “there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.”

Virginia’s eyes grew dim with tears, and she hid her face in her hands.

“You mean the Garden of Death,” she whispered.

The Canterville Ghost, Oscar Wilde  (via mirroir)

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7:24 pm     681 notes
January 23 2014

s.t.