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Misplaced Lens Cap
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Fai_Ryy
almost home
official daine visual archive
Show & Tell
hello vonnie
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Peter Solarz
cherry valley forever
Jules of Nature

JVL
Not today Justin
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
YOU ARE THE REASON

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@boner-iver
roses are red
will isn’t dead
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sometimes i stick my finger in my mouth and just poke around in there like, oh wow it really is squishy isn’t it ? wow i really have teeth. and then i don’t do anything else for the rest of the day :) and that’s what self care means to me
SKATEBORDING !
Rare photo of River playing an Aleka’s Attic show at the 9:30 Club in Washington D.C, 1989 [x]
until we yeet again…
My nips: *get really pokey out of nowhere*
Me: what is it girls? what do you see?
Hotel L'Era De Can Burges by Brad Downey in collaboration with AKAY, 2014.
A massive 9 bedroom country house hotel, 14 km outside of Girona, Spain is turned inside-out over the course of a week. An entire football field was covered with fabric, they carried out 168 chairs, 23 beds, and emptied the house of all its lights and art. The cook shrieked to find all of the cookware and cutlery floating in the full sized swimming pool, clinking melodically on the calm surface, when she came that evening to prepare the 10pm dinner for the thirty hotel guests.
I love the field quilt
can i get a tall glass of i hate the government juice
Weaponized femininity is nothing more than glittery capitalism.
Your red lipstick isn’t made from the blood of 10,000 men. Your eyeliner isn’t sharp enough to puncture the patriarchy. And it sure as hell isn’t your fucking warpaint. Those items are wax and pigment (and Lord knows what else) that you paid anywhere between $1 and $50 dollars for that ends up lining the pocket of some white man who doesn’t need to do half as much as you do to be seen as acceptable in the business world. And this is coming from someone who wears makeup by the pound.
No one’s saying you can’t like makeup but stop trying to make it more than what it is.