Inkwell That Reckless Girl
laurenraaijmakers Amsterdam yesterday. 21h

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laurenraaijmakers First analogue picture from my project sojourner. 2d

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laurenraaijmakers New blogpost.
Berlin 2.0 #31
Thatreckless.blogspot.nl
3d

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laurenraaijmakers I'm gonna miss you.
A lot.
4d

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laurenraaijmakers Amsterdam.
Picture made by lovely @natasjabokkerink
5d

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laurenraaijmakers Forgot my blackbook. So I'll use whatever I can find in my bag what could be used as blackbook. 1w

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laurenraaijmakers I like tattoo's. 1w

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laurenraaijmakers Paris. 1w

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laurenraaijmakers Fat and stupid. 2w

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laurenraaijmakers This is Alice. She is from the wonderland called Berlin. 3w

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laurenraaijmakers Pony party in Berlin. 3w

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laurenraaijmakers On our way to Berlin! 3w

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laurenraaijmakers I guess it's a poem. 3w

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laurenraaijmakers Strange shadows. 4w

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laurenraaijmakers Sweethearts. 4w

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laurenraaijmakers Going to a party.
We play chess.
Perfect night.
4w

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Normal That Reckless Girl
laurenraaijmakers For my new project Sojourner. 4w

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Normal That Reckless Girl
laurenraaijmakers Toerists on my hand. Because that's more fun. 4w

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Normal That Reckless Girl
laurenraaijmakers Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever : I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now : put out every one ;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H.Auden - Funeral Blues
#MH17
1mon
  •   appeltjesvanoranje Poem says it all! Thinking about all the people who are grieving.... 1mon

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