My dreaming thoughts go barefoot in the evening.
Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Palace,” Alcools (Doubleday, 1965)
dirt enthusiast
trying on a metaphor

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Andulka
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Product Placement
almost home
NASA
Not today Justin
occasionally subtle
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Three Goblin Art
styofa doing anything
One Nice Bug Per Day
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros

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My dreaming thoughts go barefoot in the evening.
Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Palace,” Alcools (Doubleday, 1965)
Menen shot by me, two years ago, on my Pentax 35mm.
Images from We Are Still Here, a Photographic Account of the American Indian Movement
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.
Natalie Weaver shot by me
bedroom in space
The quality of night, mystery and hidden violence had been absorbed by her.
Anaïs Nin (via rabbitinthemoon)
Some photos I took that I don’t hate
a succulent girl 🌱courtesy of @rawberrylemonade
Identity Parade by Aïcha Wijland
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)
three minutes later and the entire sky is different
father // the front bottoms
[ 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? ]
Indya
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.