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chandelyer: “The Great Wave off Kanagawa” printed skirt

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 07:57:06 -0400

chandelyer:

“The Great Wave off Kanagawa” printed skirt

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bouettte-deactivated20181217: Best옥스퍼드슈

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 06:17:42 -0400

bouettte-deactivated20181217:

Best옥스퍼드슈

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mlchelangelo: MODERN ROMANTICS | Lord ByronHe would exploit...

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 05:39:22 -0400

mlchelangelo:

MODERN ROMANTICS | Lord Byron
He would exploit every virtue if it meant indulging every vice.

mlchelangelo: MODERN ROMANTICS | Icons I had a few people...

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 05:38:59 -0400

mlchelangelo:

MODERN ROMANTICS | Icons
I had a few people express interest in this so I made 35+ Modern Romantics icons! These are also the kinds of icons you can use or request if you are chosen as a member of the Modern Romantics Network.
Like or reblog if you use or save them.
You can find them here (go to the “Themes” category and click on the “Modern Romantics” subtitle).
Request more here.
Join the Modern Romantics Network here.
(Icon graphic inspired by x)

annabethchaes: what is the raven cycle about? // +8 quotes

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 05:34:39 -0400

annabethchaes:

what is the raven cycle about? // +8 quotes

eurydic: I’ve made 100+ aesthetic icons. Find them here, and...

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 05:34:22 -0400

eurydic:

I’ve made 100+ aesthetic icons. Find them here, and please like/reblog this if you use them.
Please don’t claim them as your own. Enjoy!
You can request more here!

theladyigraine: RILEY BLUE [one of eight]There’s two reasons to...

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 04:32:19 -0400

theladyigraine:

RILEY BLUE [one of eight]
There’s two reasons to go to Iceland: the Aurora Borealis, and Riley Blue. One is a natural phenomenon, so beautiful it will blow your mind…and the other is just some pretty light in the sky.

"What is more deadly: a gun or a thought? A gun gives you the opportunity, but a thought pulls the..."

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 03:51:19 -0400

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What is more deadly: a gun or a thought?

A gun gives you the opportunity, but a thought pulls the trigger

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MBTI Aesthetics (Including my own)

wickleemage-blog — Sat, 08 Aug 2015 03:50:00 -0400

touchedbytheangel:

(I have not met all the types, so not all of this is from any sort of personal encounter.)
INTJ: Blood dripping from fingertips, marble white skin, the threatening sound rumbling thunder makes on the horizon, a city drenched in rain, the click of high-heeled shoes on a marble floor, staircases wrapped in dark red velvet, the essence of darkness draping itself over your skin, the contrast of gold over black, breezes that make you shiver, dark skin gleaming in golden lighting, fingers tugging at the roots of hair, hands folded behind the back, the sound of water tinkling in a cave, the ripples water makes when you dip your hand in it, the sensation of cool leather over skin, the drama of moonlit shadows, long silences.
INTP: Hieryogliphic handwriting, the sensation of apathy, warm weather, a rubix cube, explosive anger, a late report, running to work, chin resting on a hand, working underneath the hood of a car, slowly spreading smiles, liquid mercury, grains of salt scattered over a counter top, water sloshing in a glass, the spinning of a metal top.
ENTJ: Power in reserve, dark eyeliner, perfectly trimmed fingernails, the sound of tapping feet, hands pulling someone in by their shoulders, hair braided into a crown, mahogany desks, feet planted apart, level gazes, earthquakes, the sounds of thousands of people screaming, huge cities, shedding tears in the darkness, rich laughter, a firm handshake, a punch to the face, fingers gripping a microphone.
ENTP: Fire crackling across gunpowder, salt popping in a flame, quick laughter, polished knives, back-slapping hugs, red lipstick, thoughtful silences, hair in messy spikes, a noose hanging from a tree, running as fast as you can, drunken declarations of love, back-breaking sobs, bells tinkling, sardonic smiles, the sound the ocean makes slapping against a rock.
INFJ: A well-loved leather journal, a bird spreading its wings, falling to your knees, fingers sifting through sand, a pencil tapping against a desk, two-toned hair patterns, looking over your shoulder, smiling whistfully, kissing while holding hands, clenched fists resting against your sides, teeth grinding in your mouth, the colour white, leading someone forward, a ship hitting the ground.
INFP: Soft smiles, wrapping hair around one’s finger, a pool slowly filling with water, the sound a piano makes when a wrong chord is struck, fall colours, sunflowers growing in a field, hundreds of pencils scattered over a scratched wooden desk, clear jars filled with art supplies, a laptop cover the colour of a daffodil, long phone conversations, hugs you can bury your face in, staring at the night sky, early rising, string lights, quiet crying.
ENFJ: The joy of feeling inspired, early mornings, sleepy smiles, a plane landing, waving a flag, squeezing someone’s shoulder, straining your eyes, altruism, walking down a flight of stairs, walking slowly to let someone catch up to you, covering your mouth when you laugh, the sensation of cleanliness, a pillow freshly plumped, slow-dancing at a party.
ENFP: Throwing your head back to laugh, hyperactivity, scurrying around, the colour purple, curling around you at night, hugging you from behind, pointing at whatever one is looking at, pages and pages of essays, ink spilled over scented paper, envelopes in shades of summer, hair in wild curls that tumble all over the shoulders, huge grins, string lights, late nights, sprawling as you sleep.
ISTJ: Dove-coloured flats, hair pulled back in a bun, slightly tanned skin, papers stacked neatly, a shiny red apple on a desk, a bowl full of hair pins, soap cut into a bar, the tips of hair just barely dyed, a white shirt perfectly ironed, the sensation of being on time, soft sweaters, a pat on the back, lips pressed tightly together, a lamp on in a room, utter silence.
ISFJ: A backpack full of supplies, the sound a sword makes being drawn from its sheath, dusty old books stacked on top of each other, an intense longing for adventure, wisterias, bowing from the waist, quiet smiles, clinging to rocks as you hang off a precipice, a wall made of stone, a box of memoirs, quiet rain falling, the colour green.
ESTJ: Adjusting glasses, the ticking of a clock, notebooks stacked neatly on a shelf, drinking a glass of wine, kicking off one’s shoes, folding hands, intense gazes, the words, “I apologise”, loud laughter, sudden anger, a waterfall roaring over rocks, balancing a tray of drinks, short showers, sand grains swirling in an hourglass, an organised room, pillows stacked on top of each other.
ESFJ: Blowing out the candles on a cake, your shadow falling over a crowd as they scream your name, fireworks, the sensation of your stomach dropping out on a rollercoaster, traditionalism, hiding your pain, a warm smile, throwing a giggling child up in the air, catching aforementioned child, a hand rubbing your back, nightmares that have you gasping for air, a cat purring.
ISTP: Hands pushing through water as you swim, a green flame burning relentlessly, loyalty, falling in love with your best friend, an organised schedule, long baths, quiet voices, small smiles, sniffly tears, running your fingers over the keys of a piano, angular facial structure, paint splattered over your hands, adjusting goggles over your eyes, a disorganised tool-box, an enigma, the colours of a kaleidoscope.
ISFP: The sensation of chaos, falling from a building, hands gliding over skin, an intimate desire for truth, stepping onto a stage, nervous grinning, blushing from the ears, scrubbing a hand across your face, climbing a mountain, drawing with a white pencil over black paper, a love for animals, compassion, arms wrapping around you in a hug.
ESTP: Impulsive behaviour, running through a field, thinly veiled smirks, darting movements, hair that is quickly rumpled, staring at the sun, lungs inhaling air, feeling the ground crumbling underneath you, the sound of a triumphant scream, the colour gold, ears pricking up, getting caught up in a single moment, holding up a medal, sunburned skin,a solid punch.
ESFP: Dancing by yourself, holding a martini by the tips of your fingers, sobbing into someone’s shoulder, fingers gripping someone’s shoulder in a hug, musical laughter, the fear of being late, a boat skidding across waves, a fan whirring out of control, sunlight filtering through a dusty room, deep red roses, salt on the rim of a glass, walking down a crowded street.

vanderbilt: a song of ice and fire meme : places (2/2) ➝...

wickleemage-blog — Fri, 24 Jul 2015 11:57:39 -0400

vanderbilt:

a song of ice and fire meme : places (2/2)
➝ Winterfell, The North.
➝ Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.
➝ The Eyrie, The Vale.

"I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never..."

wickleemage-blog — Fri, 24 Jul 2015 11:38:57 -0400

“I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.”

- Sylvia Plath
(via xmsgorl)

praial: Chile: Volcán Llaima

wickleemage-blog — Fri, 24 Jul 2015 11:36:36 -0400

praial:

Chile: Volcán Llaima

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mattymurdoks: MIX COLLECTION: WOLFSTARinspired by bright...

wickleemage-blog — Sun, 19 Jul 2015 11:12:08 -0400

mattymurdoks:

MIX COLLECTION: WOLFSTAR
inspired by bright beginnings, forgotten endings, and the artwork of andrew wyeth
I. SCHOOL DAYS, 1971–77
we laugh and it pits the world against us
for golden days, reckless nights, and glorious mistakes [ listen ]

II. FIRST WAR, 1977–81
you and i wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming
for ragged smiles, war-torn whispers, and decaying trust [ listen ]

III. LOST YEARS, 1981–94
how odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive
for the cruel and merciful passage of time [ listen ]

IV. LAST SUMMER, 1995
by night, love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
for scarred souls, gentle touches, and the quiet tragedy of living [ listen ]