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"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."
Haruki Murakami (The wind-up bird chronicle)
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Albino peacock
Terrarium
if-you-leave:

axel bonard
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Nenufar Blanco polymer clay dolls.
Nenufar Blanco polymer clay dolls.
Nenufar Blanco polymer clay dolls.
Vintage Limoges Perfume Egg Caddy
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Devon Aoki