Natarita Was Here
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Waddenzee by  Paul Spee

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rufflesnotdiets:

how to walk like a queen [x]

This is the best acting lesson I have every seen in my life

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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
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Cabin at Lake Tahoe, California | Rob Antill

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Cabin at Lake Tahoe, California | Rob Antill
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Waves  by Tobia Scandolara

mightyhealthyquest:

IT’S ALWAYS TEA TIME!

Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

Dead Poets Society (1989) 
Peter Weir

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