Stranger Things
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
trying on a metaphor

@theartofmadeline

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Monterey Bay Aquarium
KIROKAZE
Misplaced Lens Cap
AnasAbdin

titsay
NASA
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

oozey mess
Jules of Nature

roma★

Janaina Medeiros

blake kathryn
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@avintagewallflower
you found him and he is proud of you
Unmute please!
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering… these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.”
— Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman (b. 31 May 1819)
“When the right one comes along, you figure it out. You move mountains, you change your life and you do whatever it takes to keep them with you.”
— Jay Crownover
Vivien Leigh photographed by J.W. Debenham at The Old Vic Theatre during her performance in A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1937)
Uncle Yanco (1967), dir. Agnès Varda
Every book in the History of Literature summed up in a single sentence
I ugly-laughed at several of these.
I’m a big fan of that post-laundry feeling when you’ve got all your A-list clothes back in the game.
This song [Hunger] was never meant to be a song. It was a poem, written in an effort to understand the ways I looked for love in things that were not love. I was never thinking it would be a song, but maybe that’s the point. And by singing it out loud, together we become a choir, a chorus, higher than the hurt, louder than loneliness.
Halley’s Comet - photographic plate taken in 1910 (1058x1155)
The Conformist (Bernardo Bertolucci, 1970)
no offense but sweet dreams are literally made of this and.. who am i to disagree
what’s wrong? nothing in particular but everything in general
Art by Karina Farek.