“in silence so deep he could hear the whirring of the electrodrivers in his mechanical hand, he disentangled himself from the sheets and got up.”
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“in silence so deep he could hear the whirring of the electrodrivers in his mechanical hand, he disentangled himself from the sheets and got up.”
i am about to pass out
loriann signori / oamul lu / jenny andrews anderson / tracy helgeson / wolf kahn / joey yu
Some more photos of Greta Van Fleet's Strange Horizons show in Nashville
These are the times you’ll remember well
📸 mark Jackson
I literally blog to embarrass myself this is all an exercise to keep me humble
Alternate looks in Heat Above
Josh // Heat Above
Built By Nations
The boys never disappoint
He is bound to brothers built by nations.
📷 @gretavanfleet
Okay but a real mood is driving and holding hands with your partner, watching the sun rise as Light My Love plays.
It's a movie kind of magical.
Solso Farm. Kawasaki - Japan. Reference: Yukki.m
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yo bro is it safe down there in the woods? yeah man it’s cool by Tomislav Jagnjic
I thought this was just a joke but nope, that’s literally what the artist named this piece.
Some other gems by Tomislac Jagnjic:
And I worried myself sick over naming my art. This is so liberating.
“Budapest Courtyards” by Yves Marchand et Romain Meffre, Budapest, Hongrie, 2015.
actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.
Lillia Frantin