January 26, 2012
January 24, 2012

caffeineandcarpaltunnel:

tuuku:

Find the Beautiful in the Unusual

Photos taken at the Holi Festival (Festival of Colors), this is a spring festival celebrated in India and Nepal, where all distinctions of social class are put aside. People celebrate in the streets, worshipping Krishna, by throwing rich handfuls of colored powders on eachother. Each person that bumps another then carries their colors.

Things I need to do before I die

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January 21, 2012

Youths lagoon reminds me of running away to Melbourne.

January 18, 2012
8 months with buzz. There is no one else I’d rather share my slurpee with. I love you

8 months with buzz. There is no one else I’d rather share my slurpee with. I love you

January 13, 2012

I say you the bestest. Lean in for a big kiss. Put his favorite perfume on.

December 20, 2011
currently reading.

currently reading.

sacraments:

Intimacy
 Nobuyoshi Araki published “Sentimental Journey”, a book of pictures of his wife taken during their honeymoon. When she died a few years later, the Japanese photographer thought that those pictures were the most beautiful present he could ever had.

sacraments:

Intimacy

Nobuyoshi Araki published “Sentimental Journey”, a book of pictures of his wife taken during their honeymoon. When she died a few years later, the Japanese photographer thought that those pictures were the most beautiful present he could ever had.

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Skyping with momo.

Skyping with momo.

December 11, 2011
December 10, 2011

“So long everything!” he shouted, then he ran next door to Margot’s house. 
“I’m moving,” he said. 
“Where?” asked Margot. 
“Two weeks away,” said Mitchell. 
“Where is that?” asked Margot. 
“It’s everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks,” said Mitchell, “I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go some place else.” 
“No.” said Margot, “You have only lived next door for fifteen years.” 
“Sixteen,” said Mitchell. 
“Fifteen…sixteen, what’s the difference?” said Margot, “I want you to stay next door forever.” 
“I can’t,” said Mitchell, ” I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room, because I have lived there too long. “

“And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail, same old scale, same old walk, same old talk, same old Margot,”
“No,” said Mitchell, “I like your face, tail, scale, walk, and talk.”
”I like you.” 
“I like you too,” said Mitchell. He walked through the door. 
“I must pack,” he said

December 6, 2011

The Weeknd- The Knowing

December 4, 2011

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December 1, 2011

lonesomelacowboy:

Françoise Dorléac

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