[yujunz]

seulgi’s instagram update

[sidecouple]

KIM WOO BIN by Mok Jung Wook for VOGUE KOREA (December 2020 B CUT)

[psychecreations]

Come get me out of California / No leaves are brown I miss the seasons of Missouri / My dying town

[89cats]

(by ______theo)

[brotherconstant]

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole ' Til there's nothing left inside my soul As empty as that beating drum But the sound has just begun (Florence + The Machine - Drumming Song)

“Come,” said Silver, struggling with his ashen lips to get the word out; “this won’t do. Stand by to go about. This is a rum start, and I can’t name the voice, but it’s someone skylarking — someone that’s flesh and blood, and you may lay to that.” […] “Sperrit? Well, maybe,” he said. “But there’s one thing not clear to me. There was an echo. Now, no man ever seen a sperrit with a shadow; well then, what’s he doing with an echo to him, I should like to know? That ain’t in natur’, surely?” (Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island)

[blossomview]

Magical morning at Corolla beach,NC

@ obxlive

[weepingwidar]

Kat Lyons (American, 1991) - You Can't Get Lost When You're Only Keeping Up (n.d.)

[themakeupbrush]

Didi Stone at the 2024 Cannes Film Festival

[talonabraxas]

Night Light Miles Johnson

[metaphorformetaphor]

and the heart, if it is still alive,

feels something— a yearning for which we have no name

but which we may remember, years later, in the darkness,

upon some other empty road.

— Mary Oliver, from “A Fox in the Dark,” Swan: Poems and Prose Poems (Beacon Press, 2010)

[stylekorea]

Kim Ji Hoon for Arena Homme+ Korea January 2022. Photographed by Kim Cham

[sorrrowfull]

[anyway-hereis-wonderwall]

[drshta]

@userdramas event 08: heat ↴

Priyanka Chopra and Ranveer Singh in BAJIRAO MASTANI

[feral-ballad]

from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "David of Sassoun"

[Text ID: "I do not feel part of the world."]

[sweetlikeacherry]

sometimes being out of the loop is self preservation

[etherealistique-deactivated2020]

“I yearn for the violence of passion.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947