“Little Dancer of Fourteen Years” by Edgar Degas
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String installation, sébastian preschoux
You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.
Dita Von Teese
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I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.
Chuck Palahniuk (via selfinspiration)
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