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    What a peaceful place,…

    (Source: spirits-creeping-in-my-yard)

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    actegratuit:

    lip-eye by make up artist Sandra Holmbom

    cool…!

    • 3 months ago
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    Letter from Fidel Castro to President Franklin D. Roosevelt. Written by the 14 years old, but Castro states his age as “I am twelve years old.”

    Amazing letter, amazing life story…

    Pic from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fidel_Castro

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    wgsn:

    Wondering what to do with those old 501s..? Try the denim turban #lfw #streetstyle

    WGSN street shot, London Fashion Week

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    (Source: anatol.cc)

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    christopherdickey:

    Seems just the right moment to watch this movie again, about a pope who can’t handle the pressure, sees a shrink, then meets the people.

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    (Source: sexual-passion)

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    burnedshoes:

    © Rollie (Rosalie) Thorne McKenna, 1959, Sylvia Plath (sources: #1, #2)

    Fifty years ago today, Sylvia Plath (author of The Bell Jar) committed suicide. May her soul rest in peace.

    She did not receive her first obituary until sixteen days after her death. And it said she died of pneumonia. (source: obitoftheday)

    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

    (Source: burnedshoes)

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    FUCKING DAY AREA

     

    Be calm, darling.

    If you want to leave me, leave.

    Anytime.

    Leave.

     

    I’ll be okay,

    No drugs no gun no cocaine,

    no. I’ll be fine

    without a knife.

    Don’t you worry.

     

    Yes, honey do do not worry,

    even if I kill myself today,

    one day

    yea, someday.

     

    You can be sure.

    If it’s not because of you, it’s true

    but begin

    again

     

    some stranger

    come with anger.

    Knock knocking

    a hopelessly night.

    Me, me, me, and myself

    they, they, they, and them self

    some become strangers

    fight each other

     

    the battle

    inside

    me.

     

    -sp-

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