I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart

Young but old-feeling, novel-writing nobody; a sucker for cityscapes.
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darkface:

Paradisurako atea (by Obikani)
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delisandwich:

Hooch! • Faded Streets
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ileftmyheartintokyo:

alley by Shoji Kawabata. a.k.a. strange_ojisan on Flickr.
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agabella:

Vincent Van Gogh
Long Grass With Butterflies, 1890
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libraryatsea:

(by Joe Curtin)
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simplyarantxa:

☆ℋopℯ☆
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johannawallin:

lofoten, norway, july 2012.
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Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

- Carl Sagan

Every broken agreement, every sale that leaves a dissatisfied customer, every uncollected debt, every dispute with a government agency, every libel and slander, every accidental injury, every marital breakup, and every death may give rise to a civil proceeding. 

- Herbert Jacob 

ileftmyheartintokyo:

last cat standing by torne (where’s my lens cap?) on Flickr.
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untrustyou:

Bridget Collins
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