twotimeselliott
pensamientasdesordenadas
better-than-kanye-bitchh
raccooninthegirlslockerroom
"I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall when I am dancing with my tribe during the powwow at the end of the world." Sherman Alexie, from ‘The Powwow at the End of the World’ (via the-final-sentence)
bobbycaputo
magictransistor
poodlefuzz
abigailclynch:

Landscape, 2013
from the sequence From Tigers to Honeybees
aubreylstallard:

Jacques Tati ad nauseum
ensalada-de-lengua-de-pajaritos
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JUICE ON ICE
Here a captive heart busted. Here a poor prisoner, forsook by the world and friends, fretted his sorrowful life. Here a lonely heart broke, and a worn spirit went to its rest, after thirty-seven years of solitary captivity. Here, homeless and friendless, after thirty-seven years of bitter captivity, perished a noble stranger, natural son of Louis XIV.
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