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Hi friend! So amazing watching people make cool things with their time, and running into it randomly is just amazing-er.

Hi friend! So amazing watching people make cool things with their time, and running into it randomly is just amazing-er.

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uneamericaine:

Automatic reblog.

uneamericaine:

Automatic reblog.

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Je t’ai dis que t’étais toute ma vie mais mec, la vie est une pute.

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jessehimself:

Ali Ahmed, 12 yrs old, Knowledge Dropper

This gives me faith in youth!

theonlymagicleftisart:

Artist and photographer Richard Mosse reveals the stories behind the making of his latest film, ‘The Enclave’ (2013), in the Democratic Republic of Congo, shot entirely on 16mm Infrared film.

This looks effing incredible.

Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Ernest Hemingway (via theonlymagicleftisart)

So much of you!

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C’est parfait!

C’est parfait!

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A Long Year in Violet Sheets

These are the same sheets that touched your skin, that night I touched your forehead, and in the morning I watched you sleep, like a fucking creep. But it’s not you I call anymore when I say you, it’s not your name that I regret letting slip into my mind just before I fall asleep, and maybe that’s why these sheets are a darker purple. Violet with rage, and courser with the pieces you left after you broke me. But who am I talking to now, if not just myself. Almost a me that I can pretend to believe in. And tonight, I hate that I am addressing anyone with a you that I will always understand. Letting these words keep me company, wrap me up in the most comforting thing I’ve never had, a dream that lasted beyond childish heart sickness, the physicality of which still gets me in my chest. It’s too much to forgive, and not enough to forget. It’s a cliché that I will always miss.