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Everyday has it’s subtleties, as do we. A portrait has always been more than art. In essence they are a piece of life proven, documentation, to say I was here… In this moment. I lived, my heart; paced. For me this portrait will always be the piece that brings me back. To who I was, am and will become. It says all too much. Thank you to Stimie and all of you that have allowed me to share that with you. We are here, we live, our hearts pace.


"Hey I know it’s your day off, but can you cover my —"


(via jaypii)

Patricia Van Der Vliet By Alexander Neumann For Flaunt Spring/Summer 2014

(Source: monkeykira, via alyram)




"It scares me to death to think that one day I might look back into my life and realize that I lived it painfully ordinary."

Snails Kiss On Cherries [photo by Vyacheslav Mishchenk]


(via TumbleOn)

I had one of these once, it lasted like 5 seconds I guess and I couldn’t remember where I was, it was terrifying

Audrey Hepburn


Art history meme (x) - 1/3 countries/regions - Far East Asia

Lofty Mount Lu by Shen Zhou | Blue Birds at Night by Watanabe Shotei | Pear Blossoms by Qian Xuan | Apricot Blossoms and Peacocks by Lü Ji | Plum Blossoms by Sun Long and Chen Lu | Moran Hojeopdo by Joseon | A Pair of Peacocks in Spring by Imao Keinen | Summer. Blooming wisteria and fish by Watanabe Shotei

(via fluorescence-of-my-adolescence)


Plan of Tokyo, Big - By: (sjrankin)

"I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite."

- (via thebeldam)

(Source: live-limitless-love-freely, via huong1952)

Chasing the sun


Lust covered his lips
Blushed and tasty
I was drawn
Like a flower
Chasing the sun
So bright, I grew blind
So blind, I became helpless
But he bitterly
Forsook my affection
I wondered how long
I would be conformed
To this burden