to love someone and still run
it feels like home somehow, a place of comfort and honesty, but also sadness and loneliness.
  • love

    “Almond Blossoms" Vincent Van Gogh, 1890. This painting came to life to celebrate the arrival of Van Gogh’s nephew. Exhibited at Van Gogh Live.

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  • convexly

    ° by °Bracket on Flickr.

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  • ignorance

    via weheartit

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  • bebemoon

    helmut lang rtw spring 2o18

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  • violentwavesofemotion

    “You’re always leaving. Please stop leaving, it kills me every time.”

    — Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”

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  • birdasaurus

    Bees and Bones

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