DOMINIC JONES

A blog of aesthetics curated by me. All of the photos and videos I create will be marked as such.
Everything fell apart in me. How are things with you? Jack Kerouac  (via exoticwild)

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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself. Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via exoticwild)

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I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  (via exoticwild)

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tasyakudryk:

digital collage

tasyakudryk:

digital collage

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There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest. Anaïs Nin (via exoticwild)

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