[escuerzoresucitado]

[huariqueje]

Joyrider - Mia Bergeron , 2026.

American , b. 1979 -

Acrylic on flat panel , 8 x 8 in.

[red-lipstick]

Steve Adams - Moongazer (A hare staring at the rising moon in Kimberley Nottinghamshire), 2012    Photography

[academic-vampire]

𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔫

[maliusaidh]

[metamorphesque]

musings on July

"NW" Zadie Smith, "the Hands of Friendship" in Yerevan (@metamorphesque). "Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë (@flowerytale), Franz Kafka’s Diaries (@hungryfictions), "Summer night by the beach" Edvard Munch, "A Magic Mountain" Czeslaw Milosz (tr by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee), "Answer July" Emily Dickinson, "Four Sunflowers Gone to Seed" Vincent van Gogh, The Diaries of Franz Kafka (@shisasan)

[the-prophesied-disco-gay]

A friend stopped by

[expressingexperience]

[readingcities]

“I took comfort in the illusion that I could go back [to my hometown]. But I’d been around long enough to know history is sealed and unchangeable. You can move on, with a heart stronger in the places it’s been broken, create new love. You can hammer pain and trauma into a righteous sword and use it in defense of life, love, human grace and God’s blessing. But nobody gets a do-over. Nobody gets to go back and there’s only one road out. Ahead, into the dark.”

— Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run

[sakrafka]

body dysmorphia

[prophecyhaunted]

[hibi-flower]

sources: unknown // unknown // maplepecanpastry on tumblr // ashmanathletics on tiktok // i saw the tv glow (2024) // pray for me by kendrick lamar // unknown // what are you waiting for? by derald cannon jr. // unknown // unknown // drunk drivers/killer whales by car seat headrest // polekingrasputin on instagram

on waiting / on saving yourself

[expressions-of-nature]

Wistman's Wood, Dartmoor by Dr Stanislav Edward

[starlightnymph]

north berwick, june 2013

[ryebreadgf]

YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN BITE AND SCRATCH AND BEG BUT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK!

[peachhyg0gh]

not to be dramatic but i miss everyone and wish everything was different

[malefixium]

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.