ip tracker the lost wanderer

Machina: The Lover by armawolf by artistsofcolor

Teodoro Wolf Ferrari 
L’isola misteriosa (1917)

{ Venus’ Baths in the English Gardens of Caserta }
The Universe sends us exactly what we are ready for at the exact time we need it in our lives. Sending Light, Brooke (via psych-facts)

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I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Sylvia Plath. (via jcktorrance)

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Who do you think lives here?
(Achray Forest, Scotland. Photo by Tree Porn)

This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina

Sant’Angelo Bridge (Rome, Italy) by Scott SM on Flickr.

Gustave Dore, Andromeda. 1869, oil on canvas. Private collection.

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid. (via missinyouiskillingme)

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