Maria, 17, Latvia
In her eyes shone the sweetness of melancholy. Virginia Woolf, from The Voyage Out  (via wuthering-soul)

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I wanna be your “1am I can’t sleep” text (via latelycravingmore)

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Be young. Be dope. Be Proud. The Declaration of Independence (1776)

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Tara Poynter has a sweet studio in the neighborhood of Koreatown in LA. I’m always thankful when creative people let me into their homes to photograph them. 

Benjamin Grimes

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who wants to give up on society and go live in a treehouse with me

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Peonies #2.

I had to scrub the smell of the saltwater from my skin tonight. It was much stronger then it ever was before. When I looked at the ocean for the first time in months, I saw past the tides and the rhythm, and I looked into our future. I envisioned the way you would wake me up with your lips, and how the only way I could ever be able to sleep soundly was to fall into the imagination of the life we could have had if you would have just stayed true to what you said would always be unbreakable.

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