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mmepastel:

Vous l’aviez peut-être déjà repérée chez griffes il y a un mois ; moi je ne l’ai pas oubliée, je suis retournée voir ce qu’elle fait et c’est superbe.

Anna Valdez compose une oeuvre très personnelle, à base de plantes grasses, tissus et tapis chamarrés, imprimés ethniques comme on dit. Le cadre de ses toiles est saturé. Horror vacui. Je la comprends.

(via girlswillbeboys)

lame-waves:

i guess i recorded an ice bucket challenge today after i got my wisdom teeth out ??

Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
– Frida Kahlo (via annawoolf)

(via workhardforthis)

nevver:

Know your double, a doppelgänger field guide -
John Martz

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pinerosolanno:

Rodarte SS15

mmepastel:

Vous l’aviez peut-être déjà repérée chez griffes il y a un mois ; moi je ne l’ai pas oubliée, je suis retournée voir ce qu’elle fait et c’est superbe.

Anna Valdez compose une oeuvre très personnelle, à base de plantes grasses, tissus et tapis chamarrés, imprimés ethniques comme on dit. Le cadre de ses toiles est saturé. Horror vacui. Je la comprends.

(via girlswillbeboys)

lame-waves:

i guess i recorded an ice bucket challenge today after i got my wisdom teeth out ??

jimmy-page-is-my-love:

HIGH SCHOOL FASHION, 1969

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(Source: keptyn, via saocomami)

marksmilk:

イチゴミルク

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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
– Frida Kahlo (via annawoolf)

(via workhardforthis)

(Source: sea-hag, via dankrupt2014)

nevver:

Know your double, a doppelgänger field guide -
John Martz

(via musicfiendd)

(Source: lazy-much)

"Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street."

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