blu3dream
blu3dream
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blu3dream · 2 years ago
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Lívia Marques by Gabriela Schmidt, makeup by Suy Abreu
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blu3dream · 2 years ago
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Iotaphora iridicolor moth
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blu3dream · 2 years ago
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blu3dream · 2 years ago
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today i offer you adam mickiewicz being whipped for antoni edward odyniec
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blu3dream · 2 years ago
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Alone in the Field by Marfa Tymchenko, 1986
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blu3dream · 2 years ago
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St. Sophia Through The Ruins by Heorhiy Malakov, 1945
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Spring by Vadym Odaynyk, 1982
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Reproduction postcards set with views of Kyiv, 1914
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Outskirts of Lviv, 1870s
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Interior of The St.Sophia`s Cathedral in Kyiv by Mykhailo Sazhyn, 1854
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Morning Meadow by John Frisch
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blu3dream · 3 years ago
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SYLVIA PLATH ‘The fig tree’
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blu3dream · 3 years ago
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by zeewipark
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blu3dream · 3 years ago
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Your house, being the place in which you read, can tell us the position books occupy in your life, if they are a defense you set up to keep the outside world at a distance, if they are a dream into which you sink as if into a drug, or bridges you cast toward the outside, toward the world that interests you so much that you want to multiply and extend its dimensions through books.
Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
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blu3dream · 5 years ago
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"jakby go ze wszech stron otoczyło promienne światło wiosny i zapach róż"
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blu3dream · 5 years ago
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"No i jakoś przeszło. Aż oto raz nad wieczorem siedzę w tym fotelu... Podnoszę oczy i widzę: sunie się wzdłuż ścian czerwona plama. (...) Był to smutek czerwony."
Ludzie bezdomni
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blu3dream · 5 years ago
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"Zdawało mu się, że krew zaczyna wypływać z jego serca, że słodka śmierć na podobieństwo fali oceanu otacza go"
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