drown me in monets lilly ponds

[the-red-lotus-blog-deactivated2]

Anxiety plays tricks. It tells you that everything you feel is serious. Depression paints everything in black and white. Together, they skew perceptions.

Moyan Brenn (via the-red-lotus-blog)

[maarnayeri-blog]

[devon-aoki]

Devon Aoki backstage at Lainey Keogh S/S 1998

[ieroshock]

[extrasad]

[wanderingcell]

[forlikeminded]

Moncler Gamme Rouge | Paris Fashion Week | Fall 2016

[childmagazine]

[designed-decor]

[dolerme]

vitorino campos ss’17

[on-poetry]

No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted / out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Billy Collins, Forgetfulness (via 7-weeks)

[remnant-thoughts]

I think it was around midnight, on a train ride home from god knows where, that I found it. Because then and there, I knew. I knew that this was where I was, this is the space I occupy. This is where I’m supposed to be. I found peace in a dimly lit car, with the stars and moon as my witness, coming home to wherever home was. It didn’t matter. And breathing came easy.

“Whole again” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)

[kimbeyerjohnson]

[kradhe]

France, Bourgundy: Harvest vintage, 1985 Ferdinando Scianna

[prayforprada-deactivated2019091]

Anna Cleveland photographed by Sølve Sundsbø for Vogue Italia March 2016

[archatlas]

[isthisablog]

i am so fucking done