You're Wearing Our Vintage Misery

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trotlife:

Massimo Uberti, Uno studio, 2003, neon e steel cables, 360 x 500 x 500 cm

trotlife:

Massimo Uberti, Uno studio, 2003, neon e steel cables, 360 x 500 x 500 cm

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Taylor Curry

Feathers

These images were created by photographer Taylor Curry without a camera, using a process known as Cliché-Verre.

“The Cliche-Verre, to me, is quite literally Nature as the Negative. The items are placed directly onto a 4×5 or 8×10 glass plate. Using the color enlarger, I project the specimen onto 8×10 color film, RA-4 Color paper or Polaroid film capturing the image.

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canadianfangirl0719:

motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans

Or a new set for a horror movie

Omg

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July 2013
Hope crawled in my corpse. You taught me how to inhale before stealing my breath away.

August 2013
I didn’t know how to swim in water. So I swam bedsheets instead. It is hard to forget you in the morning. When they leave and I am naked, without a blanket to hide under in.

September 2013
Got high and we painted the ocean until it kissed the sky. Stayed up the entire night, stayed up the entire morning.

It isn’t so bad. Being alive.

October 2013
My best friend told me not to play with fire. I got flames tattooed on the back of my hand and burned myself to the ground.

I am not Helen of Troy. But this a war story. It isn’t romantic. I am devastating only myself.

November 2013
Dusk swallowed nostalgia and impregnated my limbs. Write for better days to come.

December 2013
December is still the loneliest month. But I have learned to run with wolves. I am leaving you behind. I am finally letting him go.

January 2014
Sunburn peeling. Claw marks bleeding. Human skin has stories etched into every scar. They will heal. I am healing. What a beautiful battle I’ve become.

February 2014
Woke up and it no longer hurts, saying your name.

I’m okay.

by

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | 4 Months To Forgive You: Israel, 2 Months To Finally Fight For Myself

Journal entries 2013-2014. (Part 1 here)

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I’m still waiting to wake up and find out it was all a horrible dream. But I know that’s not going to happen.

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The Kearsarge at Boulogne, (detail). Édouard Manet.

The Kearsarge at Boulogne, (detail). Édouard Manet.

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good

brightlightsloudnoises:

don’t get sick,
there are good people out there,
thousands

that won’t mind when you call them
hungover

there are
people out there,

beautiful people
and they
used to smoke,
still do
on
strange nights,
they
tip a little too much sometimes,
they cry
for
things that happened
a while back
and
they have gardens,
or want them
in their
backyards

Food Illustrations by Anna Keville Joyce

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I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’ by Unknown  (via elauxe)

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theomeganerd:

Wind Waker

by alberto alves

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