Paulina Porizkova for AMICA Italia, November 1987
tumblr dot com
i don't do bad sauce passes
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
dirt enthusiast
cherry valley forever
sheepfilms

Love Begins

★
Claire Keane

roma★
NASA
will byers stan first human second
Mike Driver
DEAR READER
taylor price

Andulka
Not today Justin

Discoholic 🪩

⁂
Three Goblin Art

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States

seen from France

seen from Azerbaijan

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from T1
seen from Australia
@blisscreatress
Paulina Porizkova for AMICA Italia, November 1987
an east coast fall
I realized that the whole time I thought I was crazy, I was just sensitive. I was just really, really sensitive. I took on what people were feeling around me as if they were some extension of my body and my own emotional mind, and these feelings were real, undeniable, and uncontrollable. I was overwhelmed and tired of feeling exhausted by the constant shifts of my moods, and other people’s too.
Daisy Gumin (x)
dreams
The world needs more selkie content and I'm here to give it to you.
Luis Ricardo Falero (detail)
Hey you. remember this.
Sometimes you need to distance yourself and create alone time so you can really discover what you want out of life.
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
All through November she had been kissing phantoms.
Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Beauty-Stained,”
«Happiness is not a potato,»
— Charlotte Brontë, ‘Villette’ (1853), vol. II, p. 253
She does not accept time. She is engaged in a battle already lost. When she gives up, she is there with the ocean’s waves, with a face of a drowned girl. She is not of this world because she refuses it with all her being. Everything starts from there.
Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)
Sensitive people should be treasured. They love deeply and think deeply about life. They are loyal, honest, and true. The simple things often mean the most to them. They don’t need to change or harden. Their purity makes them who they are.
Kristen Butler (via purplebuddhaquotes)