too tired to move, too tired to leave
dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON

Andulka

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
AnasAbdin
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

oozey mess
almost home

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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@devoutmartyr
too tired to move, too tired to leave
My favorite kind of horror is the kind where everything has already happened, and all you can do is watch it unfold. You are as powerless as the characters with the curse of knowing how it ends. These characters are doomed and you must witness that doom.
Sword, Switzerland, late 16th century
from The Louvre
im getting really into real life right now it has become one of my obsessions
Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
she let me hit because i have the exact same correct interpretation of her favorite characters as her
Source: pinterest
girl who is immune to emotional manipulation because she just doesn't care
hm sometimes i wish i was one of those people who moves thousands of miles away and never looks back and has a ton of adventures unmoored from their past and where they’re from but i can’t help looking back and i’m deeply, fervently defined by every person, thing, or place i’ve ever loved
i come from a long line of unreliable narrators
Johann Valentin Sonnenschein - Resurrection of Maria Magdalena Langhans with Her Child. 1780
y’all ever read a book that’s so good it pretty much takes over you for the rest of the day? like, yeah, i’m walking around, doing what i’m supposed to do, but my mind’s still stuck on that one line that absolutely punched me in the gut when i first saw it. my heart’s still thumping somewhere in-between those pages.
Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (January 21, 1926)
im like if a girl was repulsive and unlovable and strange basically
Dorothea Lange
Bad Trouble over the Week End
1964