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I. Tagane breathes in photochemical smog & ocean air at once. He tastes factories & sea salt & kava & asphalt on the tip of his tongue. His mind swirls with potentialities & unrealities, this mixture of flavours that make even the most resilient men gag. Tagane cannot…

langste:

by Agnes-cecile

(via langste-deactivated20120811)

Just a little sketch I did of myself.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #53 by Tyler Knott Gregson

We’ve not enough time
but I believe our minutes
last longer than theirs.

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

(via tylerknott)

(Source: troutoforder, via thepageofhopes)

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, Sans Song, Sans Singer, and

—Sans End!

— Omar Khayyam

tylerknott:

He
had a long, long road
to travel
and it would seem
too far,
much too far,
as hope was dying
in his
life.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #49 by Tyler Knott Gregson

(via danielbeforezod)

iamyvonnee:

#music #note #coffee (Taken with instagram)

poisebeautyimperfection:

Could it be any more adorable !

I imagine there is a sort of beautiful bliss that comes with agony, the feeling of being so intensely alive. Sometimes I long for this feeling as much as or more than I long for the feelings of blinding joy and love.

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