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When the blood of your veins returns to the sea and the dust of your bones returns to the ground, maybe then will you remember that this earth does not belong to you, you belong to this earth.

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My father broke my heart long before any boy had the chance to.

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(Source: themajesticowl, via growingfromroots)

likeafieldmouse:

Mary Temple, Northwest Corner, Southeast Light

skeletales:

Above The Clouds by Wazari Wazir

skeletales:

Above The Clouds by Wazari Wazir

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kari-shma:

Books suspended above an entrance to the Istanbul modern art museum by Hanif Shoaei | Source 

kari-shma:

Books suspended above an entrance to the Istanbul modern art museum by Hanif Shoaei | Source 

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I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.

W. Somerset Maugham (The Painted Veil)

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If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
And pour it loose through your garden
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
And there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind

Josh Pyke ‘The Summer’

limmynem:

Upside down house by Juliane Eirich.

limmynem:

Upside down house by Juliane Eirich.

nydotr:

Wood Sculptures by Bruno Walpoth

(Source: walpoth.com)

thepaintedwrd:

Matthew Northridge, Twelve Ladders, Or, How I Planned My Escape, 2009. Wood/found image (photograph is interchangeable with other chosen images). 30” x 22” x 9”.

thepaintedwrd:

Matthew Northridge, Twelve Ladders, Or, How I Planned My Escape, 2009. Wood/found image (photograph is interchangeable with other chosen images)30” x 22” x 9”.

(Source: matthewnorthridge.com)