zuckerloeffel:photographer: BERNHARD MUSILclothes: Stéphanie Kamber || Manufakturmodel

zuckerloeffel:

photographer: BERNHARD MUSIL

clothes: Stéphanie Kamber || Manufaktur

model

zaxxn:This is pretty cool

zaxxn:

This is pretty cool

yourunclepat:If you haven

yourunclepat:

If you haven

yarrrbles:caligulasAquarium: they wwere all laughin an callin me a hipstercaligulasAquarium: an at first i wwas just like wwhatevvercaligulasAquarium: but they wwouldnt shut upcaligulasAquarium: so then i evviscerated their lusiicaligulasAquarium: cod i fuckin hate land-dwwellersseahorseDad: Your life is very difficult, son.caligulasAquarium: i knoww rightHehehe, oh Eridan. You

yarrrbles:

caligulasAquarium: they wwere all laughin an callin me a hipster
caligulasAquarium: an at first i wwas just like wwhatevver
caligulasAquarium: but they wwouldnt shut up
caligulasAquarium: so then i evviscerated their lusii
caligulasAquarium: cod i fuckin hate land-dwwellers
seahorseDad: Your life is very difficult, son.
caligulasAquarium: i knoww right

Hehehe, oh Eridan. You

xianrex:Sad potty.

xianrex:

Sad potty.

wolfheinrich-dollfigure:FW: Dollfie Dream Sakuya Izayoi 十六夜 咲夜, looking pretty good with an alternate wig from Miruya

wolfheinrich-dollfigure:

FW: Dollfie Dream Sakuya Izayoi 十六夜 咲夜, looking pretty good with an alternate wig from Miruya

bookoasis:Happy Birthday, Oscar Wilde.October 16, 1854 - November 30, 1900“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?”   —  Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

bookoasis:

Happy Birthday, Oscar Wilde.

October 16, 1854 - November 30, 1900

“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?”

   —  Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray