Anya Taylor Joy and Mia Goth in Emma. (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde
will byers stan first human second

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cherry valley forever

oozey mess
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Mike Driver
trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

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Acquired Stardust
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Anya Taylor Joy and Mia Goth in Emma. (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde
Left: A bust of Aphrodite Right: Greek model Angie Karantoni
“The Princess out of School” (detail) by Edward Robert Hughes.
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977)
Rome, Italy (2017)
photography by astrovas
If you have a cat please reblog this with its name please and thank you
Wild Strawberries (1957) dir. Ingmar Bergman
i need *bangs fist on table* intimacy
Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright // Lonely by Natalie Wee // “Holding hands” by Daniel Arsham, 2015 // Taking the Hands by Robert Bly // Pride and Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright // Your Hands by Florence Ripley Mastin // Anna Karenina (2012) dir. Joe Wright // No Children by The Mountain Goats // Emma (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde
Mykonos, Greece.
by Tommy汤面
How dare you? All of you! Standing around, deciding my future? I am not a prize to be won!
ALADDIN (1992) dir. John Musker & Ron Clements
XXXx
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Don’t come to me with your ‘behind the scenes’ nonsense, this is 1000000% how Leia Organa runs the Resistance
I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys
C H L O R I S | Χλωρίς ≡ goddess of flowers, spring, youth, and new growth. nymph of the islands of the blessed, wife of zephyros the west-wind.
do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever? — mary oliver