LeeAnne Goes Places

Travel. Music. Photography. Books. Minimalism. Indie. Vintage. Food. Film.

[hazy-october]

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from The Complete Poems; "The Pheasant,"

[lunamiszkaa]

[cielocoloratoo-deactivated20240]

Bir gün 🥹🖤

[frachella]

https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1io58IRY5/

[neotera-deactivated20200201]

Every house has it’s own story.

Artist Ikegami Yoriyuki

[growaglow]

[skirtmag]

[sevensaltedalmonds-deactivated2]

[zegalba]

荒木 経惟 Tokyo Lucky Hole (1990)

[banksalec]

[frachella]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CoCCRNaobEJ/

[august-gold]

[droledemonsieur]

Drôle de Monsieur

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[matialonsorphoto]

People from Burano, Italia

[rains-of-words]

“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”

— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

[20th-century-man]

“Just the kind of day that makes you feel good to be alive!”  

Charles Addams / from his book Homebodies (1954)