YOU ARE THE REASON
sheepfilms
DEAR READER
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Keni
Jules of Nature
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
occasionally subtle

#extradirty

if i look back, i am lost
todays bird

Janaina Medeiros

shark vs the universe

Product Placement
Claire Keane
Stranger Things
cherry valley forever

Love Begins

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@excommunicating
Voyage in Time (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1983)
WANTED: A CUTE BOY WITH MESSY HAIR WHO IS TALL AND SMELLS NICE AND ENJOYS CUDDLES, WHO WILL TAKE ME TO AQUARIUMS AND POINT TO THE UGLIEST FISH THEY CAN SEE AND SAY “THAT ONE IS YOU” BUT WHO WILL ALSO TAKE ME TO PLANETARIUMS AND TELL ME THAT I AM PRETTIER THAN ALL OF THE STARS IN THE SKY.
Current Events // The Front Bottoms
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.
Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Poppies In July” (via violentwavesofemotion)
please god protect me from ever getting married to some secretly misogynistic immature piece of shit
We have a double standard, which is to say, a man can show how much he cares by being violent – see, he’s jealous, he cares – a woman shows how much she cares by how much she’s willing to be hurt; by how much she will take; how much she will endure.
Andrea Dworkin (via 4a0000)
Fruit trees swirl on the hills of Huelva, Spain. The climate here is ideal for this growth with an average temperature of 17.8° C (64° F) and a relative humidity between 60% and 80%.
37.714546°, -6.532834°
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be nice to me / the front bottoms
And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.
Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via wordsnquotes)
i hope i confuse you and you think about me a lot