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Be Well. Stay Sick.

Art. Sex. And Rock and Roll.

(Source: jaketerrell, via straightporn)

Corundum.

Corundum.

Today’s GPOY

Today’s GPOY

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magictransistor:

P. Spiegel. Altar Ornaments in the Spirit of a New Era, Serie 1. 1905.

magictransistor:

P. Spiegel. Altar Ornaments in the Spirit of a New Era, Serie 1. 1905.

(via someonesinthewolf)

I heard that instagram is where it’s at for selling jewelry. Let’s give it a whirl. Green Goldstone, Freshwater Pearls, and Clear Quartz, on Sterling Silver Filled Ear Wires by Be Well. Stay Sick. $45

I heard that instagram is where it’s at for selling jewelry. Let’s give it a whirl. Green Goldstone, Freshwater Pearls, and Clear Quartz, on Sterling Silver Filled Ear Wires by Be Well. Stay Sick. $45

etteette:

dots and an angry flower

etteette:

dots and an angry flower

Slightly less cheesey mustache by request

Slightly less cheesey mustache by request

Cheese Mustache

Cheese Mustache

Teeny Tiny BB Bday Bracelets

Teeny Tiny BB Bday Bracelets

Edited with #aviary. Get the app > http://avry.co/getaviary

Edited with #aviary. Get the app > http://avry.co/getaviary

curvyswervydames:

This is cute as hell ::

Reblogged: 02/24/11 from oldtimereligion-deactivated 2013

curvyswervydames:

This is cute as hell ::

galasai:

Louis Fratino
Mughal Garden, 2013
oil on canvas, 36 in. x 54 in.
On Tumblr

galasai:

Louis Fratino

Mughal Garden, 2013

oil on canvas, 36 in. x 54 in.

On Tumblr

(via wussypillow)

(Source: peteneems, via vhsdreamz)

I had a dove and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
O what could it grieve for? 
It’s feet were tied,
With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving,
Sweet little red feet!
Why should you die - Why should you leave me, sweet bird! Why?
You liv’d alone in the forest tree, 
Why pretty thing! 
Would you not live with me? 

-John Keats

Photograph by Robbi I. Skrakowski

I had a dove and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
O what could it grieve for?
It’s feet were tied,
With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving,
Sweet little red feet!
Why should you die - Why should you leave me, sweet bird! Why?
You liv’d alone in the forest tree,
Why pretty thing!
Would you not live with me?

-John Keats

Photograph by Robbi I. Skrakowski

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