[nevver]

[nevver]

Mood indigo, Steve Skafte

[hatin]

via weheartit

[unbesoadistancia]

Ig. amoryversos

[lord-raccoon]

anime tree

[llovinghome]

[thcartierrug]

@lilia_valko

[thecollectibles]

Blue Hour by ALZiMi

[thecollectibles]

Art by JULIAN CALLE

[mr-styles]

Harry for BHG magazine by Tim Walker

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Minato, Tokyo. February 2022. 13117

(via 2022-05 - Sandman-KK)

[manga-and-stuff]

Source: Berserk | Beruseruku | ベルセルク

by Kentaro Miura

[noorink94]

[mr-styles]

Harry Styles for Better Homes & Gardens. Photographed by Tim Walker.

[jinxingrief]

[stylesrecord]

COACHELLA 2022 Weekend 2 – April 22

[ousia-poetica]

They are... those silent twists and turns in the beat of the spiral; that design my states ... and make them shipwreck! They are... the waves that arrive dry and wet the beach with loneliness; those that infect the sands... in the dunes of my heart! They are... the noises that astonish me but which never say anything; those which, in my ignorance, "name me"... and block the threshold of my entrance. They are... those ships that travel "pore by pore the infinite"; distant points from the tower, on the sheet of space, -written ! They are... the most capable mills which Quixote never defeated; those who did not, made peace with white flour of the horizon ! Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek

Son... esos giros silenciados en el latir de la espiral; los que diseñan mis estados … y los hacen naufragar !! Son... las olas que llegan secas y mojan de soledad la playa; las que infectan las arenas... en las dunas de mi entraña !! Son... los ruidos que me asombran pero que no dicen nunca nada; los que en mi ignorancia, " me nombran " y taponan el umbral de mi entrada. Son... esos barcos que recorren " poro a poro el infinito "; lejanos puntos desde la torre, en la hoja del espacio, -escritos ! Son... los molinos más capaces a los que nunca venció el Quijote; los que no, fabricaron las paces con harina blanca de horizonte ! Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek

[ousia-poetica]

One does not know anything, what little we know we know together. citiesandsketches