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I think that human self-consciousness is a misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware - nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We should not exist by natural law. We are things that labour under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honourable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing and walk hand in hand into extinction. One last midnight - brothers and sisters stepping out of a raw deal.” 

RUST COHLE

8:45pm / 08.7.14 / 1
slytherin cause you're full of sass, style and sensuality!

ASKED BY jossieandella

hehe you know me too well

8:43pm / 08.7.14 /
you are soooo ravenclaw

ASKED BY Anonymous

i get that a lot but actually no!! maybe some aspects buts others, not really

praises:

The Graveyard’s Edge written and directed by Peetra Collins, “scenes from an imaginary movie.”

sickpage:

Masashi Wakui

sickpage:

Masashi Wakui

gaptoothbitch:

DOLCE & GABBANA FW 2013

gaptoothbitch:

DOLCE & GABBANA FW 2013

jameskirke:

THIS MODERN LOVE // a love story for the new age, for late night hand-holding under neon skies that light up your face, for digital heartbeats and synthesized sighs and electric eyes cast towards your sweetheart who shimmers like kaleidoscopic stars in the midnight sky. 

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hmoong:

Hạ Long in Double Exposures.

Siren

drunkintherain:

He searched for the myth
of flesh and scales
until snap of fin,
collaged blue,
the sea erupted
into mosaic
that swallowed him
deep
into the salt swell
of song.

toujours pur…
banrp:

BUTTERFLIES AND NEEDLES — a real life elite university site set in prague. we just opened today so come down and join the fun! <3

St George’s, Prague: set against the bitter nostalgia of the suburbs, separated from the city by acres of grounds and abandoned estates. This time of year, the university smells of orange peels and rotten pocket flasks, of clinging summer skins and nerves like rust. This time of year, it’s all gold paper leaves, cigarettes and stiff tweed elbows. Evenings crawl in on their hands and knees, smelling like harvest, smelling like something ripe and wicked. Joints flit from mouth to mouth and the laughter is weightless, punctuated with the lofty voices of St George’s most beloved elite, sighing a chorus of Darling andDearest and Dollface - a pause, a grin - You ready to fuck shit up? 

banrp:

BUTTERFLIES AND NEEDLES — a real life elite university site set in prague. we just opened today so come down and join the fun! <3

St George’s, Prague: set against the bitter nostalgia of the suburbs, separated from the city by acres of grounds and abandoned estates. This time of year, the university smells of orange peels and rotten pocket flasks, of clinging summer skins and nerves like rust. This time of year, it’s all gold paper leaves, cigarettes and stiff tweed elbows. Evenings crawl in on their hands and knees, smelling like harvest, smelling like something ripe and wicked. Joints flit from mouth to mouth and the laughter is weightless, punctuated with the lofty voices of St George’s most beloved elite, sighing a chorus of Darling andDearest and Dollface - a pause, a grin - You ready to fuck shit up? 

chabernaudd:

I'M GIVING YOU A NIGHTCALL - A GROUP REQUEST ON BAN

synthetic-synaesthesia:

two-minute personality test
by jonathan safran foer

what’s the kindest thing you almost did? is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? are bonsai cruel? do you love what you love, or just the feeling? your earliest memories: do you look though your young eyes, or look at your young self? which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? do you walk on moving walkways? should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong as you were doing it? would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? how many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? what would you tell your father, if it were possible? which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? are you in any way angry at your phone? when you pass a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? if you could be assured that money wouldn’t make you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? what has been irrevocably spoiled for you? if your deepest secret became public, would you be forgiven? is your best friend your kindest friend? is it any way cruel to give a dog a name? is there anything you feel a need to confess? you know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? what is it about death that you’re afraid of? how does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness of ravens”?

tinydoll / jessica-naomi

Alex Turner Photoshoots (inspiration)