Declare peace everyday.

Faithlynn. 22 years.
"Go be that starving artist you’re afraid to be. Open up that journal and get poetic finally. Volunteer. Suck it up and travel. You were not born here to work and pay taxes. You were put here to be a part of a vast organism to explore and create. Stop putting it off. The world has much to offer than what’s on 15 television at TGI fridays. Take pictures. Scare people. Shake up the scene."
  • medievalpoc:

Luca Giordano
Four Female Musicians
Italy (c. 1658)
Oil on Canvas, 57 x 101.5 cm.
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  • blackfashion:

Brionna. Long Beach, CA
      Photographed by Anthony
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  • devoutfashion:

Photographer: Konstantin Klimin MUAH: Olga Blik Model: Sienna (IMG-Paris)
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  • thetopsyturvybook:

Due vasi e qualche fiore…
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  • humansofnewyork:

“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”
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  • humansofnewyork:

“We fled Germany on November 9th, 1938. It was called the Crystal Night, because there were demonstrations against Jews all over Germany, and many windows were being broken. We were living on the outskirts of Hanover. When my father came home from work that night, he told us that the synagogue was on fire, and that firemen were standing in a ring around it to prevent the flames from spreading to other buildings. He said: ‘We’re getting out of here.’”
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  • poeticslave:



The Poet

I’d love to do this.

This takes skill
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  • jasfuckinq:

more here
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