the young and the hopeless
occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
$LAYYYTER
noise dept.

Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
Xuebing Du
Monterey Bay Aquarium

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
Three Goblin Art
AnasAbdin

#extradirty
DEAR READER
cherry valley forever
sheepfilms

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@fallendoves
the young and the hopeless
Madonna of the Magnificat (Madonna del Magnificat), (detail), (1481) and The Birth of Venus (Nascita di Venere), (detail), (1483-1485), by Sandro Botticelli (c. 1445 – May 1510)
beauty @ chanel ss03
Everything hums before it pours ⌇
i need to rearrange the decor but i’m thinking of returning here, i’ve abandoned my house for far too long
John William Waterhouse, La Belle Dame sans Merci Dicksee Frank, La Belle Dame Sans Merci
"La Belle Dame sans Merci" ("The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy") is a ballad written by John Keats in 1819. The poem tells the story of a knight who meets a mysterious and beautiful woman in a meadow. (I met a lady in the meads, / Full beautiful, a faery's child; / Her hair was long, her foot was light, / And her eyes were wild.)
She enchants him with her beauty, sings to him, and takes him to her "elfin grot". (She took me to her elfin grot, / And there she gaz'd and sighed deep, / And there I shut her wild sad eyes / So kiss'd to sleep.)
There, he falls asleep and dreams of pale, ghostly kings and warriors who warn him that the woman has enslaved them too. When he wakes, he finds himself alone, "on the cold hill's side," abandoned and desolate. (And this is why I sojourn here, / Alone and palely loitering, / Though the sedge is withered from the lake, / And no birds sing.)
conceptualising 2026 in images (all credits are on this 2026 board by me)
Instead of going to work tomorrow why don’t we all just dig a really deep hole
Valentino Couture Spring 2010
i think i need to go back on sertraline i was getting used to the emotional blunting and now i’m like “what do i do with all these feewings? put it back!!”
by @ytinifninfinity on Instagram http://ift.tt/1pEQvXA
you and i were fireworks that went off too soon
i guess it’s biblically accurate kavinsky cuz this man is even paler than ronan. looking like a ghost that’s about to haunt the narrative.
fanart for "spine shivers, eyes met" by fallen_dove
how it’s going