anggrainy
anggrainy
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anggrainy · 8 days ago
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I’ve done worse
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anggrainy · 29 days ago
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Jeanloup Sieff - Jewelry by Faraone (Vogue Paris 1980's)
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anggrainy · 3 months ago
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Mountain Fairies by Marthe Jonkers
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anggrainy · 3 months ago
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anggrainy · 3 months ago
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anggrainy · 3 months ago
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Étienne-Jules Marty smoke photographs
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anggrainy · 3 months ago
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The Breath by Kim Ki-duk
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anggrainy · 4 months ago
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Evening tide, Iceland - by Tim Rudman (1942), English
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anggrainy · 4 months ago
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anggrainy · 4 months ago
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Pollancres en la tempesta, per Markus Matthias Krüger; 2011.
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anggrainy · 5 months ago
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little charcoal drawing i did for skinamarink (text added in photoshop)
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anggrainy · 5 months ago
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anggrainy · 5 months ago
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this is so persona
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etchings by Chauncey Foster Ryder
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anggrainy · 5 months ago
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anggrainy · 5 months ago
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Biblioteca Nacional Mariano Moreno
🎞️ Fujicolor Superia 800 📷 Nikon FM2 f/1.4 | 1/250
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anggrainy · 5 months ago
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anggrainy · 6 months ago
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I'm tired of grieving. You've had me crying late at night for 10 months, now you're going to pay for it. The clock is ticking, steadily, not crazily. Cause I am. And I'll be waiting for your downfall on top of your grave with no flowers as I'm just going to spit on it. Or maybe not. You don't even deserve my saliva. I've had enough of being your white swan. My black swan misses herself. And if this means I won't write sad and beautiful poems anymore, then goodbye. You have lost. You have lost me. The white swan dies of a broken heart, but I'll rise with this broken heart of mine and I'll turn into your black swan if that's the only way I can save my heart again.
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