Edvard Munch, Summer Night on the Beach
hello vonnie
sheepfilms
occasionally subtle

Love Begins
The Bright Sessions

roma★
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

oozey mess
RMH

Origami Around
noise dept.
Fieri Frames
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Not today Justin
Claire Keane
Doug Jones
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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Edvard Munch, Summer Night on the Beach
Felix Vallotton, The Bath, Summer Evening, 1893
Sophocles, from "Electra: A Tragedy," translated by Anne Carson
kate doyle
Emilia Silberg
i need to be held tenderly by the next set of hands laid upon my body. all the ways i feel things are too big for everyone around me. i need that next set of hands to be tender.
ASICS x SHUSHU/TONG
George Hoyningen-Huene (Russian-American,1900-1968)
Portrait of the Dalis in “l’Instant Sublime”, 1939
idk how i did it, but i put myself in the position to be the solutions friend and despite having extreme exhaustion (both mentally, emotionally and physically) people still think they can just lay shit on me like i'll have an answer right away
i don't have solutions to 100% of the problems and i realized that i really am the only person i know who's going out of my way to consume books and movies and first hand experience, journal articles you fucking name it, trying to find the right thing to say to comfort everyone i know in every emotional state and nobody realistically does this
it's not normal -- and when the fuck did giving a shit about the people around you not become normal? why do i feel so estranged from reality for giving a fuck about the people i love