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a night that you can sink your teeth into, grab and press and mold like clay-- this is not the sand time, slipping through your fingers-- it is whole in your hands and it will hold the shape you make of it. what do you make, when you are alone? what shapes do you twist from the night?

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C.M. Thomas

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Al Mefer

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by sashaelage

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https://creanavt.tumblr.com/archive

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“Don’t tell them too much about your soul. They’re waiting for just that.”

— Jack Kerouac (via quotemadness)

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Atsushi Yoshioka, from JCA Annual 5 (1984)

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Taysa Jorge

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Tokyo Vibes / Liam Wong www.twitter.com/liamwong

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Nagisa Oshima

- Gohatto

1999

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esquivestudio

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Works by @ajaypantone

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Zhong Lin

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Witches going to their Sabbath (Detail), 1878. By Luis Ricardo Falero (1851–1896)

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雨の街をゆく

2018年、新橋あたり。

服装からするとお仕事の人ですかね。こんな雨の日にご苦労様でございます。

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