People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
o-d-i-a-d-a:
“ n-o-q-u-a-r-t-e-r:
“ s-a-t-a-n-i:
“ .
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instagram: brunafmichel ♥
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snap: kayrawsantos
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o-d-i-a-d-a:

n-o-q-u-a-r-t-e-r:

s-a-t-a-n-i:

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instagram: brunafmichel ♥

snap: kayrawsantos

evolur:
“ “ The Eye of Love, René Groebli
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evolur:

The Eye of Love, René Groebli

alsk00:

That applies to dance nights as well. We all dance by ourselves, that’s why we only play electronic music.

drawkill:
“ vaigh:
“I realized I never posted this on tumblr. Old gift art for Drawkill.
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Stil A++ (⌒▽⌒)☆
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drawkill:

vaigh:

I realized I never posted this on tumblr. Old gift art for Drawkill. 

Stil A++  (⌒▽⌒)☆

sesiondemadrugada:

Faces (John Cassavetes, 1968).

nadi-kon:

Une femme est une femme (1961) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

dreamv-lle:

*rolls my third eye*

The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue,
To break for you.
Emily Dickinson, from Shipwreck (via soracities)
Very few things matter and nothing matters very much.