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Sympathisers with a similar pain
I am the one without hope, the word without echoes,
he who lost everything and he who had everything.

Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing.
In my barren land you are the final rose.


- Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

anachoretique:

A man dresses as the goddess Kali to bless the people of the village. 

identitypollution:

100 mother fuckers can’t tell him nothin’. 

Mini zip-bag pre-orders here.

23/04/14
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16454 guns
#sm

banafria:

some more Hunter twitter stuff from this week

Mushishi Epsiode 12

fayevalentiine-old:

Above the snow, within the snow, and beneath the snow…

rivialle-heichou:

夕鳴YUUNA

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