Jovanta Mugler BQ Face. 1990s. (R.I.P.)
Mike Driver
i don't do bad sauce passes
Cosimo Galluzzi

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever

Origami Around
DEAR READER
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

PR's Tumblrdome
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
YOU ARE THE REASON

shark vs the universe

if i look back, i am lost
NASA
Claire Keane
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Jovanta Mugler BQ Face. 1990s. (R.I.P.)
The s/m concept of “vanilla” sex is sex devoid of passion. They are saying that there can be no passion without unequal power. That feels very sad and lonely to me, and destructive. The linkage of passion to dominance/subordination is the prototype of the heterosexual image of male-female relationships, one which justifies pornography. Women are supposed to love being brutalized. This is also the prototypical justification of all relationships of oppression—that the subordinate one who is “different” enjoys the inferior position.
A Burst of Light: Essays by Audre Lorde (via saintheartless)
i feel like tumblr sometimes forgets thatÂ
poland is the EU’s largest producer of raspberries
serbia exported over $200 million euro worth of frozen raspberries last year
A Couple with Their Heads Full of Clouds, 1936
Salvador Dali
beauty @ louis vuitton resort 2017
Skin concept artwork by Jonathan Zawada
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
W. B. Yeats, from “The Wanderings of Oisin,” in The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems (via elttaur)
Natasha Lyonne during 2003 Sundance Film Festival
I get pregnant, throw a “gender reveal” party, cut open the cake to reveal a landslide of green m&ms. “what does green mean??” my relatives ask, scandalized. in their confusion, they fail to notice that the doors have been barred. they are now my captive audience. “settle in, folks,” I say, “it’s time for gender theory 101. I have slides.”
It's not you, it's m
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Hans-Peter Feldmann