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cloud landscapes made of foam by kohei nawa
"Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars."
— Vladimir Nabokov  (via exoticwild)

(Source: commovente, via allvirgo)

Hannah Metz in my old LA neighborhood
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