Appreciating beauty, where it is found. . . . .
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NSFW, by any means. 18+ only.
All of the images here are ones that I've found, and to which I can relate; those which inspire me.
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If you want to contact me, you can email me at phxvincent @ gmail dot com. If you're polite, use full sentences, and amuse or interest me, I might reply to you. I live surrounded by the beauty of Southern California. Be real, not a personae. Life is too short to inhabit a perpetual imaginary landscape. Fantasies are wonderful, but without a thread connecting them to reality, they're just wisps of ethereal vapor, frustratingly and perpetually unreachable.

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I make no claim to ownership of the material here, and I make no money from this site. If you're the owner of copy written material that you want taken off my site, let me know and I'll remove it. There's no need to run to Tumblr or your lawyer. "I'll be forced to notify the Tumblr admin" is so very 4th grader-ish, really. Message me, and let me know how you feel I've offended you or upset your paradigm and we can reasonably work out a solution.

 

My speech is imperfect. Not because I want to shine with words, but out of the impossibility of finding those words, I speak in images. With nothing else can I express the words from the depths.

Carl Gustav Jung, The Red Book (via hellanne)

C’est ça, le vrai partage, c’est ça l’humanité. Tant que tu vas bien, tant que tu cherches à leur épargner tes problèmes, les autres, tu les fascines mais tu n’es pas des leurs, tu es trop haut, ton bonheur les tient trop à distance, les emmerde et les agresse. Et ils t’apprécient davantage encore, ils se montrent encore plus attentifs et compatissants, lorsque tu tombes les masques après qu’eux-mêmes t’ont longtemps considéré comme au-dessus de la mêlée, attendant avec une impatience perverse le jour où, à ton tour, tu finirais bien par te casser aussi la gueule, comme tout le monde.

Nicolas Fargues,J’étais derrière toi (via noir-absolu)