Frida Gustavsson by Benjamin Vnuk for Glamour France, May 2015
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Frida Gustavsson by Benjamin Vnuk for Glamour France, May 2015
have you guys ever seen a crocodile with its fingies out
July 4, 1914 Explosion at an anarchist bomb factory on Lexington Avenue in East Harlem between 102nd and 103rd Streets. Four were killed and dozens injured. From New York City-Vintage History, FB.
i just don’t think i could ever meaningfully quit this place
Library Return Slot at 9am, 2008
repeat after me: people don’t notice the little details. i’m going to get away with it. people don’t notice the little details. i’m going to get away with it.
franco fontana in photography annual 1984
fetishizing rape and incest wow lol ur so normal and well-adjusted
affirmations
pillows have stopped having a cold side some time ago
"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?
thy mother
Art thou for fucking real
it's crazy how february-june didn't happen
washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes
You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?
Starry ceiling (2007)
the thing about being bullied for being weird as a kid is that even if you've always embraced being weird your brain is still always looking for the line where it's too much. you can be as proudly and intentionally weird as you want and you can love being weird but your mind is still convinced there's a point where you get too weird and people start treating you like a weird looking bug again. also it feels like you reach that point 500 times a day even if everyone you've spoken to today found you pleasant and likable and even if you're completely alone in your house with nobody looking at you at all.