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noctaeris:

Bridge of Sighs | Ian Cameron | Venice, Italy 
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In the 19th century, Lord Bryon gave the Bridge of Sighs its name, from the suggestion that prisoners would sigh at their last view of Venice before being locked in their cells. Made of white limestone, the bridge passes over Rio di Palazzo and connects the Prigioni Nuove to the interrogation rooms at the Doge’s Palace. Designed by Antonio Contino, it was built in the 1600s. 

i-doll:

1806; day #3 vii

(via theluxuryoflife)

crackrock-kids:

my car broke down on the highway the other day but i got to watch a really nice sunset while i waited for the tow truck

Une Femme Mariée, Jean-Luc Godard (1964)

"

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

  1. what are you afraid of?
  2. do you like dogs?
  3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

"

- Caitlyn Siehl, “Three Questions”  (via biblicaldragonfight)

(Source: alonesomes, via holdmelikealantern)

th4ts-r4d:

Nature blog ▲
relhavant:

”It’s funny how i thoughtI was good at hiding myfellings, but then strangersstarted asking me what waswrong and why I looked sotired and that’s when I realized you didn’t care enough to notice”By: Simone // relhavant
ambermozo:

Those mornings when you wake up to check the ocean out front your house and its all cold and messy so you go inside and make waffles. aka my whole week
triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"