untitled, 2013 on Flickr.
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By jessica donnellan
Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via grillfriend)

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Klimt’s studio with the last paintings he was working on. Vienna.

Chen Wei - A Foggy Afternoon (2011)

jose romussi
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self portrait, 2013
 tabby bayat 
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You’re always in a rush, or else you’re too exhausted to have a proper conversation. Soon enough, the long hours, the traveling, the broken sleep have all crept into your being and become part of you, so everyone can see it, in your posture, your gaze, the way you move and talk.
Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (via grillfriend)

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"The Town of Thoughts"
Marija Tiurina | Tumblr
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