We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7 (1966-1974)

if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Love Begins
Three Goblin Art
styofa doing anything
ojovivo

izzy's playlists!
Peter Solarz

#extradirty

Janaina Medeiros
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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occasionally subtle
RMH
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sheepfilms

@theartofmadeline
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@graceadieu
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7 (1966-1974)
Anna Pavlova
“Circling” | Four Tet
Sleigh Bells
Cloudwalker
CLITHRIDIATE
[adjective]
having the shape of a keyhole.
[David Fleck]
They forgot “esteem and/or regard”!
It’s like, since being kicked out of the planet gang, it’s decided to form a rival solar system. Good on Pluto, I say.
British neuroscientist and stand-up comedian DEAN BURNETT, remarking on the discovery of a fifth moon around the planet Pluto. (via inothernews)
raw with love
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and I won’t blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, I won’t blame you, instead I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. little dark girl with kind eyes you have no knife. the knife is mine and I won’t use it yet.
- charles bukowski
“One more move,” she purred, “and this gun goes off!”
by Emir Ozsahin
Octopus (RAC Remix) - Bloc Party
Billboard posted in Oak Ridge, Tennessee, on December 31, 1943. Oak Ridge was a secret town that housed workers and their families for the Manhattan Project. The town was entirely fenced in, with armed guards posted at all entries (The Atlantic)
by razorbern
Cigarette Card Starlets of the Jazz Age via The New York Public Library