struckgold:

Me by Yaara Duek

This dress was the size of a million elephants.  

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struckgold:

we met on a train.

Today whilst mucking around on the piano, my eye caught an old card hidden by the clutter of photo frames, drawings and other things that are treasures of my history, it was a beautiful hand made card from my brother’s partner Kristina Greenwood to whom is an Artist herself. When i opened the card and re-read the inscription i realized, this year i have not ‘partied it up’ but rather…worked and studied, worked and studied, and failed copious amounts of times at catching up with friends i went to Secondary school with…Im not sure i want study and work to be my life, but after soo many attempts at trying to reunite with some of my old friends, i find that there is a point(after the point where you convince yourself not to give up) where maybe you should just…stop..stop trying soo hard, and focus on perhaps just finding others to whom you relate to more, who care more for you then the latest sitcom on television….but then maybe i’m wrong..friendship is a battle, at times.  

The Element of Movement

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fuckyeahrunwayhair:

Frida Gustavsson in Morning Flowers by Andreas Sjodin for Vogue Nippon, June 2010

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if only i could produce a drawing as intricate as this one..

*sigh* beautiful

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