hanging round the inkwell

[robthepensioner]

Sea and sky off Blackpool in one of their moods.

[prinnay]

Rhododendrons; katana

Process vid!

[mienar]

stillness in these waking hours

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[wiionme]

[grungeouttakesabstracts]

Keep Out

Blackpool, England – 4/2/06

[prinnay]

Hood

[unsubconscious]

Vlad Miroshnikov, ‘Old Trees’, 2019 Oil on Canvas, 110 x 110 cm

[lizormianillustration]

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

[triflingthing]

coffee, work, & furniture rearranging 

[573p5]

[photographersunite]

[love]

[ceemetery]

home is the first grave

unknown // catherine lacey // chen chen // silas denver melvin // aloha from hell, richard kadrey // courtney love prays to oregon // unknown // st. lucy’s home for girl’s raised by wolves // x // taylor swift’s “my tears ricochet” // this post @ceemetery

my kofi

[unbotheredmuse]

@ponysailor

[elegantstyletastemaker]

“The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.”

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[noelbadgespugh]

[prachella]