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Imperial Lilac tears stain my cheeks as I somberly say goodbye. 

Goodbye, my first love. I cry, Goodbye. 

There’s a string that links my heart to yours… forever. {

Imperial Lilac tears stain my cheeks as I somberly say goodbye.

Goodbye, my first love. I cry, Goodbye.

There’s a string that links my heart to yours… forever.

ARTIST: Christina Bothwell

WEBSITE: http://christinabothwell.com/

(Source: elsastclaire)

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Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it’s over, you feel like you don’t have any bones left to hold you up.

Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer (via clazen)

(Source: rosaqualin)

victoriousvocabulary:

ATTINGENT
[adjective]
Archaic: touching; to come into contact with.
Etymology: ultimately derived from Latin tangō “touch”.
[Yannick Bouchard] {

victoriousvocabulary:

ATTINGENT

[adjective]

Archaic: touching; to come into contact with.

Etymology: ultimately derived from Latin tangō “touch”.

[Yannick Bouchard]

dannielle:

ytmusicreviews:

I Don’t Wanna Love Somebody Else - A Great Big World

This song is murder. 

carmenrios:

Margaret Atwood, “Last Year I Abstained” {

carmenrios:

Margaret Atwood,Last Year I Abstained”

(Source: witchtower)

red-lipstick:

Jen Mazza (b.1972) - 1: Ruddle from Scarlet Intent, 2006 Paintings: Oil on Linen  2: Twist from Peripety series, 2009 Paintings: Oil on Linen  3: Nuit Blanche No. 5, 2004 Paintings: Oil on Canvas  4: Her Stilled Wish from Scarlet Intent, 2005 Paintings: Oil on Linen  5: Unknown Title  Paintings: Oil on Canvas  6: Entr’actes No. 3, 2009 Paintings: Gouache, Tempera on Hahnemuhle Black Etch  7: (He) Kissed With Eyes Closed, 2007 Paintings: Oil on Linen  8: Scarlet Intent, 2005 Paintings: Oil on Linen

untrustyou:

Li Hui {

untrustyou:

Li Hui

red-lipstick:

Eri Wakiyama - Untitled-9       Drawings on Moleskine {

red-lipstick:

Eri Wakiyama - Untitled-9       Drawings on Moleskine

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(Source: insightings)

fishlisp:

sergey chilikov {

fishlisp:

sergey chilikov

I started making art again, the catharsis keeps me sane.

Clouded by conflicted consciousness, I draw diptychs frequently.

Floating between fact and fiction, dreams and reality.

I pour myself into these pages, a false sense intimacy.

Today I flew and thought of you. How quickly the memories came flooding through. The airports, our travels, the warm SoCal air. You are woven into the fabric of my days and I thought you should know, that’s still the case.

fer1972:

Photomanipulations by Marcus Møller Bitsch