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Adrianna * 22 * Poland

DEAR DIARY, I CAN'T SLEEP...

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The perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.

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pureambivalence:

I always thought that life was about standing your ground, no matter how strong the current was. But going with the flow isn’t so bad after all. As long as it takes you forward.

pureambivalence:

I always thought that life was about standing your ground, no matter how strong the current was. But going with the flow isn’t so bad after all. As long as it takes you forward.

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“She’s mimicking something, something in her head, some role or image that only she can see.”

Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye

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“I’ve forgotten things, I’ve forgotten that I’ve forgotten them.”

Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)

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aciidraiindrops:

Michinoku Hydrangea Garden

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uncannyvalleyofthedolls:

Japanese woman in beautiful kimono with cranes-in-flight print. circa 1930s

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Japanese woman in beautiful kimono with cranes-in-flight print. circa 1930s

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uncannyvalleyofthedolls:

Japanese kids’ fashion from the 1950s.

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Japanese woman standing in beautiful floral kimono. circa Taisho era (1912-1926)

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Japanese woman standing in beautiful floral kimono. circa Taisho era (1912-1926)

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Japanese children’s fashion of the 1950s, including Shichi-Go-San kimono and candy.

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Trolley cars on the street in Ginza, Tokyo 1957.

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Trolley cars on the street in Ginza, Tokyo 1957.

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Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep
And I don’t know why I go the way
Down by the riverside