Train with no love

childishtry:

L’Orange - Whin

vuls:

Pablo Picasso
FUMER À LA CIGARETTE ROUGE, 1964
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I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via hellanne)

(via ilaughtooloud)

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A drawing I did of lady Murasaki

(Source: loathsomeprofusion, via c0caino)

artsology:

Walking the streets of #Taos today, and something in an alley caught my eye: it’s some sort of locked panel in the middle of a wall behind a store, but the surface looks like an #abstract #expressionist painting
#streetart
blogwater:

Started something new today
one of my favourite Ang Lee films

old gold

some-good-songs:

Elusive » Scott Matthews

Reckless night, she hears me breathe
Cursing the sky at this company
They lost the wisdom deep inside
When bitterness shows its side

My name is Kyati.
I live/love Sydney.
Eurasian - Jowo/Londho