[requiem-on-water]

The Clay and the Potter by Aitor Frias & Cecilia Jimen

[mjalti]

[vuittonv]

HELMUT LANG JEANS

Robert Mapplethorpe

self portrait, 1975

[lisatrimtrimm]

I tried to recreate this feeling I had while lying in the sun yesterday.

[last entry]

[thepersonalquotes]

[thegoodvybe]

[lorenriccie]

Eye movements made by subjects while examining I. E. Repin’s painting “An Unexpected Visitor”, with different questions in mind

[sibellus]

Harwich: The Low Lighthouse and Beacon Hill (detail), c. 1820, John Constable

[hints-of-sarcasm]

There needs to be a phrase for “I acknowledge your apology and appreciate it but it does not make things better.” instead of just saying “It’s okay.” all the time. 

[armorgan66]

I recognize the council has made an apology, but given that it is a stupid ass apology, I have elected to ignore it.

[charaznable]

thank you director fury

[messerandme]

“Why would I mess with perfection?” Lucifer Morningstar

[hanesbeefytshirt]

[olearypoetry]

“Fall in love with your solitude.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (via rupikaurpoems)

[weltenwellen]

“I choose big me big you. I choose chin up, best foot forward, stick my landings. I choose a safe place to land. I choose feeding myself joy over beating myself up. I choose not to beat myself up if I trail off course, rather, gently redirect my breath so that these standards I’ve accepted for myself are not buried under any unnecessary weight of any perceived shortcoming.”

— Buddy Wakefield, Gentleman Practice

[bluereevesphotography]

Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home

[sailor-b]

[its-nothing-but-trash]

[beckiboos]

BREEDS?!

[trilllizard666]

“Nissan Honda focus”

[queerkittyy]

i dont know the car genres and I dont care enough to learn about them

[weltenwellen]

“after finally mastering the art of pretending, i have forgotten how to return to myself.”

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars 

[lifeinpoetry]

I want to stay on the back porch while the world tilts toward sleep, until what I love misses me, and calls me in.

— Dorianne Laux, from “On the Back Porch,” Only As the Day Is Long: New and Selected Poems