
Photographer Unknown, Title Unknown, ( The Art Deco Armchair: Covered )
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Photographer Unknown, Title Unknown, ( The Art Deco Armchair: Covered )

Photographer Unknown, (The Vacant House)

Photographer Unknown, (Throwing Sand)

Be Nice: Photo Set Five; Alex Lederman and The Flower Pillow
“some moments are nice, some are
nicer, some are even worth
writing
about.”
― Charles Bukowski, War All the Way

Photographer Unknown, (A Random Duplication)
“For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”
―

Photographer Unknown, Matthew Camp Posing
Reblogged with thanks to http://sodomyandunpleasantaccents.tumblr.com

Photographer Unknown, (The Moth Bearer)
“A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition.”
―
Photo Shoot by Xavier Samre, Model Unknown
Reblogged with many thanks to the artist’s site: http://xavier-samre.com
Please credit the photographer when reblogging. Thanks.

Photographer Unknown, (Black Boots and Shirt)
“As Rilke observed, love requires a progressive shortening of the senses: I can see you for miles; I can hear you for blocks, I can smell you, maybe, for a few feet, but I can only touch on contact, taste as I devour”
–William Gass
Photographer Unknown, Leather and Metal
“[…]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Photographer Unknown, Title Unknown, (Red Patterns)
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Brandon, “Sahib” Photo Shoot
Reblogged with many thanks to the artist’s site: http://br8nd0n.tumblr.com

Photographer Unknown, (The Masked Rabbit)
“There are two types of people on planet Earth, Batman and Iron Man. Batman has a secret identity, right? So Bruce Wayne has to walk around every second of every day knowing that if somebody finds out his secret, his family is dead, his friends are dead, everyone he loves gets tortured to death by costumed supervillains. And he has to live with the weight of that secret every day. But not Tony Stark, he’s open about who he is. He tells the world he’s Iron Man, he doesn’t give a shit. He doesn’t have that shadow hanging over him, he doesn’t have to spend energy building up those walls of lies around himself. You’re one or the other – either you’re one of those people who has to hide your real self because it would ruin you if it came out, because of your secret fetishes or addictions or crimes, or you’re not one of those people. And the two groups aren’t even living in the same universe.”
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Photogrpaher Unknown, (Snugness)