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Set 18, 2014 / 604.095 note

volcainist:

hedlunds:

im tired of things costing money

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Set 18, 2014 / 1.471 note

asylum-art:

Torkil Gudnason: Body Vase

Agency Lookbooks | A. Galerie, Paris

Torkil Gudnason’s Body Vase juxtaposes flora with human curves, eroticism with innocence, and nature with it’s inherent beauty and allure. There is a quality of mysterious fascination within these images - they are charged with a charm that accompanies temptation. The soft, intimate lighting comes from shooting exclusively with daylight – and allows the viewer into a small, private world consisting only of photographer and model.

His images have drama and a sculptural quality that brings to mind the heft and simplicity of Henry Moore or Modigliani - “I  like distortion as a sculptural effect,” he says. 

Shot over a period of nine months, Body Vase brings together two passions for Torkil – flowers and the human form. It is remarkable that these images were created in-camera, with very little retouching – lending the increased power of authenticity to these images, and leaving us wondering at the beauty that exists within this world.

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Set 18, 2014 / 393.928 note
steelylaceribbon:

Edward John Poynter, On the Terrace, (1889)
Set 18, 2014 / 639 note

steelylaceribbon:

Edward John Poynter, On the Terrace, (1889)

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moviegifsthatrock:

The Little Mermaid [Ron Clements & John Musker, 1989]
Set 18, 2014 / 59 note

moviegifsthatrock:

The Little Mermaid [Ron Clements & John Musker, 1989]

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Set 17, 2014 / 72 note
Set 17, 2014 / 72 note
Set 17, 2014 / 557.433 note

jetbag:

one time i actually thought i had a chance with someone 

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Quelle come me sanno farsi male, sanno non amarsi, sanno fare un passo indietro, morire dentro a poco a poco, sanno chiudersi a riccio.
Alda Merini. (via valentina-bizzarra96)

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Set 17, 2014 / 573 note
Ma ci sono quei dieci minuti nelle mie giorante, quelle mezz’ore in cui non capisco più niente, e non importa quante persone mi vogliano bene in giro per il mondo: sono sola.
Non posso chiamare nessuno, sono come un pesce che ha dimenticato come si sta sott’acqua. Sono in apnea senza la bombola d’ossigeno.
Vado giù e posso tirarmi su solo con le mie forze.
Non è niente, è solo paura.
E la paura è una delle sensazioni più estranianti che abbia mai provato.
Susanna Casciani (via contutticontro)

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Set 17, 2014 / 108 note