{ this too shall pass }

⚢  icarus sphinx  ⚢ they + purr /about

[metaphorformetaphor]

My dreaming thoughts go barefoot in the evening.

Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Palace,” Alcools (Doubleday, 1965)

[ellaweisskamp]

Menen shot by me, two years ago, on my Pentax 35mm. 

[neuwav]

[kokoona-deactivated20160520]

Images from We Are Still Here, a Photographic Account of the American Indian Movement 

[godsthetics]

a dead heat in a summer afternoon, laying in the lavender field. the sun shining down on your skin, the air is sweet and the wind blows softly through the tall grass.

[ellaweisskamp]

Natalie Weaver shot by me 

[liamcobb]

bedroom in space

[amandajas]

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

The quality of night, mystery and hidden violence had been absorbed by her.

Anaïs Nin  (via rabbitinthemoon)

[rimmm]

Some photos I took that I don’t hate

[sergle]

a succulent girl 🌱courtesy of @rawberrylemonade

[snikkt]

Identity Parade by Aïcha Wijland

[soracities]

how much        unknown        invisible to others        how much of myself    could I shake off […]

Francine Sterle, from ‘[how much of the map]’, in Poetry (via soracities)

[veinitas]

three minutes later and the entire sky is different

[lazylavenderclub]

father // the front bottoms

[hardcorefeathers]

[ But you look good tonight girlfriend can I sleep in your bed? / And when I crawl out in the morning, can I stay inside your head? ]

[freediaspora]

Indya

[lachantefleurie]

Machetes y perros, frutas y iglesia,  shell casings by the roots of flowers. Let us ripen fruit trees with laughter once more,the girls are tired of mourning:  we want a rain that turns dirt into light.