malditosescritores:

Federico García Lorca en 1925 fotografiado por Luis Buñuel

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erniebilko:

piq3:

bohoindie:

date the person who says, “have fun, be safe, and call if you need anything” not the person who gets mad at you for going out w/o them

hi… ever heard of… bpd…?

hi… ever heard of… not excusing your own abusive behaviors on account of mental illness…? 

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To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.

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Ann Patchett  (via saintofsass)

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Everything runs, plays, and slips away. Poetry and Music. A city of fugues without a skeleton. Melancholy with vertebrae.

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Federico García Lorca, in a 1926 Letter to Melchor Fernández Almagro (tr. by Christopher Maurer)

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philkitt:

Wombat, Cradle Mountain (27.06.17)

ISO400, 35mm, f2.8, 1/160sec

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elasticitymudflap:

tateratots:

look at them

reblog if ur proud of this chicken persuing a higher education

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pairedaeza:

A thousand crystal tambourines
were piercing the dawn.
Green, how much I want you green,
green wind, green branches.

Federico García Lorca

Mil panderos de cristal
herían la madrugada.
Verde que te quiero verde,
verde viento, verdes ramas.