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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
“Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening”
Robert Frost
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Salvador Dali
Autumnal Cannibalism, 1936
canvas, oil
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Dali
God is a 4 million year old black monolith.
Tamara de Lempicka, The Pink Tunic, 1927.
i love love love tamara de lempicka.
“Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.” — Alan Watts
Always reblog Alan Watts, always.
"Was it the best year of my life or was I just stoned?"
“Lonely Man” by Edno Pereira Jr.
Shirt available at threadless for $9.99 USD. See you, Space Cowboy.
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