reflected chop
things I do things I see smiling politely at me
reflected chop
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"In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement."
Aldous Huxley (via petrichour)
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It’s Mars
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fuckyeahbrutalism:

Tricorn Centre, Portsmouth, UK, 1965
(Owen Luder Partnership)
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Poetic nights
Poetic nights
Poetic nights
Poetic nights
Poetic nights
Poetic nights
Poetic nights
Poetic nights
Poetic nights
Poetic nights
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roadside blur
roadside blur
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fuckyeahexistentialism:

"Death created time to grow the things that it would kill." 
True Detective
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Chromatic aberration
Chromatic aberration
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Early Warning System
Early Warning System
Early Warning System
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line :: direction
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Horse
Horse
Horse
Horse