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oh no by marina isn’t even a pop song it’s like a diary entry from god
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kstonem · 3 years
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Woman reading in sunlight   -   Stelios Petroulakis
Greek , b. 1946-
Oil on canvas, 80 x 60 cm.
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Legally blonde is free therapy 
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kstonem · 3 years
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𝔴𝔥𝑦 𝔞𝔪 𝔦 𝔰𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔱 ?
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kstonem · 3 years
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Ultraviolence
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i can’t feel anything 
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kstonem · 3 years
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“ you’re still a mystery to me”
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kstonem · 3 years
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A winter night
To me, nothing compares to a winter night.
   The silence that reigns, cut by a tune illuminated by the lights of the city and the lamp in the room. The sensation of the skin warmed by the robe accompanied by the shiver of the skin in contact with the wind. The body that rushes into the armchair paradoxically crossed by a feeling of lightness. Simply being aware of these sensations makes them so pleasant and allows us to reach this trance in which time loses all meaning. And when the words of the music are no longer important, only the intensity of the music really impacts us, allowing us to rediscover it, at this moment we discover a unique sensation, a sensation of freedom tinged with melancholy and pain, full of tranquillity. A sensation that I don't know how it steals a soft smile and weakly watery eyes. A peace that we would not break for anything in the world, even if for the moment time has no great meaning, it does not cease to exist.        
     So when the sun wakes up and the silence has to stop dancing with the music, interrupted by the noise of cars, birds, people, in short the noise of existence, it will be time to resume the course of life and abandon all these sweet sensations.
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kstonem · 3 years
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