forest clash
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light


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dawsonscreek-info:

0bj3cth00d, 2014

so perfect!
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a-l-c-h:

t-shirt and shorts made from mattress protectors
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we-find-wildness:

http://uk.phaidon.com/agenda/art/articles/2014/october/15/phaidons-frieze-interviews-tobias-madison/
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sophiabelkin:

new paper blob experiments
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perfect