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7knotwind:

JULIEN MAUVE | +
after lights out 2013

Night no longer exists. City lights cover up the stars, and cell phone screens lighten even the darkest of alleyways. And soon, imagine a world in which our lights render even the sun gratuitous. 

In the darkness of space, light is a beacon of hope. What if darkness in our world once again overtook the night and as an affect, transforming even the most insignificant light into an exception – a mystical phenomenon ? In a world in black and blue, the single incandescence of a bulb could be the greatest promise of an adventure about to start.”
 

(via luscifers)


8:11 pm     2,104 notes
August 2 2014

Every minute or so a mockingbird
delivers its repertoire.
Here’s my blood
in the gray remains of a mosquito.
I know I’m just another slug
in the yard, but that’s not what
my body knows.
The boy must die is the lesson
hardest learned.
I’ll be home soon. Will you understand
if not forgive
that I expect to be loved
beyond deserving, as always?

— Stephen Dunn, from “Letter Home” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(via swanfucker)


8:09 pm     40 notes
August 2 2014

gnossienne:

tread lightly, heathen: {a penny dreadful compilation}
Perhaps it has always been there, this thing, this demon inside me.

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gnossienne:

tread lightly, heathen: {a penny dreadful compilation}

Perhaps it has always been there, this thing, this demon inside me.

8:08 pm      605 notes
August 2 2014

When you don’t know what you’re living for, you don’t care how you live from one day to the next. You’re happy the day has passed and the night has come, and in your sleep you bury the tedious question of what you lived for that day and what you’re going to live for tomorrow.

— Oblomov, Ivan Goncharov.  (via mirroir)

(Source: ivankaramazovs, via mirroir)


8:05 pm     3,607 notes
August 2 2014

asylum-art:

Ivan Solyaev’s ghosts

Ivan Solyaev is an artist hailing from Moscow, Russia. Solyaev’s work truly is haunting and beautiful, not to mention cold, like the ghosts of winter.

(via mirroir)


8:02 pm     7,369 notes
August 2 2014


7:56 pm      3,247 notes
August 2 2014

malformalady:

Abandoned, overgrown swimming pool

malformalady:

Abandoned, overgrown swimming pool

(via egg-of-happiness)


5:36 pm      10,038 notes
August 1 2014

aseaofquotes:

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Lament”

aseaofquotes:

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Lament”

(via humaneramblings)


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July 31 2014


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July 25 2014

plasmawisps:

{{ dark pale blog }}

plasmawisps:

{{ dark pale blog }}

(Source: rasluka17, via kaylahadlington)


5:39 am      36,367 notes
July 24 2014

s.t.