Something like...

This is what happens when you talk to yourself through a rotten banana.
Day 2.

Day 2.

Day 1.

Day 1.

truangles:

Nacreous Clouds

truangles:

Nacreous Clouds

(via unfuckthereallife)

poboh:

白い木 / White Tree, 1974, 星襄一 / Hoshi Joichi. (1913 - 1979)

poboh:

白い木 / White Tree, 1974, 星襄一 / Hoshi Joichi. (1913 - 1979)

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fawndeviney:

Fawn DeViney for Dogwood Floral 

fawndeviney:

Fawn DeViney for Dogwood Flora

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(Source: superpretty, via post-punk)

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(via post-punk)

When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via skeletales)

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onedaywithtea:

On the road

onedaywithtea:

On the road

(via blua)

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suicideblonde:

-

suicideblonde:

-

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