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viα blackiscolorful: Cementerio de la Recoleta, Buenos Aires, Argentina (2012)

    viα blackiscolorfulCementerio de la Recoleta, Buenos Aires, Argentina (2012)

    (via mortisia)

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    chezmoitoutsimplement:

© Aurelia Paraschiv

    chezmoitoutsimplement:

    © Aurelia Paraschiv

    (Source: preciously--me, via the--somberlain)

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    mortisia:

Marta Astfalck-Vietz - Selbstmord in Spiritus, 1927 | edit

    mortisia:

    Marta Astfalck-Vietz - Selbstmord in Spiritus, 1927 | edit

    (via joanashino)

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    alexandra-sousaa:

http://alexandra-sousaa.tumblr.com/
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    "Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via kushandwizdom)

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    blackiscolorful:

Cartagena, Colombia(2012)

    blackiscolorful:

    Cartagena, Colombia(2012)

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    "The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person."

    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via kushandwizdom)

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    collating:

weakun:

q’d

☹ Misguided by Mistakes ☹ 

    collating:

    weakun:

    q’d

    ☹ Misguided by Mistakes ☹ 

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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

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