“Ustedes son bellas, pero están vacías – agregó – No se puede morir por ustedes”

—  El principito

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I don’t know if I’ve come of age, but I’m certainly older now. I feel shrunken, as if there’s a tiny ancient Oliver Tate inside me operating the levers of a life-size Oliver-shaped shell. A shell on which a decrepit picture show replays the same handful of images. Every night I come to the same place and wait till the sky catches up with my mood. The pattern is set. This is, no doubt, the end.

Oliver Tate, Submarine (via lalunenoire)

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Finalmente, la vida vuelve a tener sentido.

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ignorehitler:

MEATBALL.

Mi favorita… Ignoren a Hitler.

ignorehitler:

MEATBALL.

Mi favorita… Ignoren a Hitler.

evaannerart:

The Waves - gouache, pencil. 15” x 11”
The Waves - Virginia Woolf

evaannerart:

The Waves - gouache, pencil. 15” x 11”

The Waves - Virginia Woolf