Choose Life!

You can never have too much adventure or too many hugs.
I love cities at night and sunrises (everywhere).
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Moonrise Kingdom [2012]

Moonrise Kingdom [2012]

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Moonrise Kingdom [2012]

Moonrise Kingdom [2012]

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Paul Octavious matches Pantone cards with real life objects through Instagram.

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Kim Keever (NYC) Across The Volumes

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Want to go to Istanbul so much. 

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futureagesage:

Evertree; The Eternal Elemental Self

futureagesage:

Evertree; The Eternal Elemental Self

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starchildwitchcraft:

Star Matrix, Jean-Luc Bozzoli 

starchildwitchcraft:

Star Matrix, Jean-Luc Bozzoli 

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“I leave before being left. I decide”
Very close to home.

“I leave before being left. I decide”

Very close to home.

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#eyes  #anatomy  
"in the absence of empathy… you will find malevolence"

"in the absence of empathy… you will find malevolence"

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#love  #lovers  #memories  #loss  

The worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.

r.i.d (via safest-heaven)

Unfortunately, yes.

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Human Organs Formed with Wild Plant Arrangements by Camila Carlow

UK-based, Guatemalan-born artist Camila Carlow was not deterred by the complexity of the human body when she was developing her series Eye Heart Spleen. For the project, she transformed a handful of normally grotesque, bloody organs into an array of greenery and beautiful blossoms.

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This is amazing! 

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Our memories are like a city: we tear some structures down, and we use rubble of the old to raise up new ones. Some memories are bright glass, blindingly beautiful when they catch the sun, but then there are the darker days, when they reflect only the crumbling walls of their derelict neighbours. Some memories are buried under years of patient construction; their echoing halls may never again be seen or walked down, but still they are the foundations for everything that stands above them.

Glas told me once that that’s what people are, mostly: memories, the memories in their own heads, and the memories of them in other people’s. And if memories are like a city, and we are our memories, then we are like cities too. I’ve always taken comfort in that.

Tom Pollock, The City’s Son (via endorfins)

My heart needs the mountains like my body needs the water.

Anonymous (via infinite-paradox)

Need an escape and time to immerse myself in nature.

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