60sforever:

Francoise Hardy in Paris, 1963

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“Take a shower,
Wash away the bad thoughts,
Cleanse your body,
Put on some relaxing music,
Get in to bed,
Breathe.”
— You’ll be okay  (via elauxe)

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llleal:

THE SELF-MADE MODERNIST
Suginami, Tokyo, Japan
Residents: Mariko Hirasawa and her husband Kohei
Type of house: Modern Japanese home
Year built: 2013
Photographs by Hideaki Hamada
llleal:

THE SELF-MADE MODERNIST
Suginami, Tokyo, Japan
Residents: Mariko Hirasawa and her husband Kohei
Type of house: Modern Japanese home
Year built: 2013
Photographs by Hideaki Hamada
llleal:

THE SELF-MADE MODERNIST
Suginami, Tokyo, Japan
Residents: Mariko Hirasawa and her husband Kohei
Type of house: Modern Japanese home
Year built: 2013
Photographs by Hideaki Hamada
llleal:

THE SELF-MADE MODERNIST
Suginami, Tokyo, Japan
Residents: Mariko Hirasawa and her husband Kohei
Type of house: Modern Japanese home
Year built: 2013
Photographs by Hideaki Hamada
llleal:

THE SELF-MADE MODERNIST
Suginami, Tokyo, Japan
Residents: Mariko Hirasawa and her husband Kohei
Type of house: Modern Japanese home
Year built: 2013
Photographs by Hideaki Hamada

llleal:

THE SELF-MADE MODERNIST

Suginami, Tokyo, Japan

Residents: Mariko Hirasawa and her husband Kohei

Type of house: Modern Japanese home

Year built: 2013

Photographs by Hideaki Hamada

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somewhere
there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

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“Stop beating yourself up. You are a work in progress - which means you get there a little at a time, not all at once.”
— Unknown  (via elauxe)

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