Batman Returns (1992)
styofa doing anything
h

Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)
taylor price

⁂
Keni

Andulka
Monterey Bay Aquarium
almost home
Misplaced Lens Cap
hello vonnie
ojovivo

oozey mess

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

tannertan36
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

@theartofmadeline
sheepfilms

roma★

seen from Germany
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Albania

seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Belgium
seen from Australia

seen from United States

seen from Romania
seen from France

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Germany
@itsaspeedtrap-blog
Batman Returns (1992)
Diana Ross
alien
it me.
alien
mood.
I’m scared of getting too close to anyone, because those who said that they’ll always be there for me, left.
(via silly-luv)
Robin Williams Tribute I designed
Some people live like fire, running so fast they leave the flames behind. Without seeing what they catch, without thinking to look back. They flicker and flame without regretting what is bound to change and what unfortunately will remain the same. Some people live like fire, so they can run until their fire runs out. Destroying the route before the destination, without a thought of hesitation. But some people fight like water. Some people commit by slipping through the cracks and coming together when the paths meet again with what they themselves had lacked. They flow and fall, throwing themselves into it all. Taking to the world so deeply that one day they come together too fast and too hard. And then they crash. Off of the walls and into the ground. Drowning their world and drowning out the sound. Swelling the shores in unforgivable feats, often towards those fighting with heat. They suppress and implode, an ocean of emotion that suffocates with the weight of support they were lacking. Yes. Some people live quick like fire. But I fight like water and I crash like waves. Saving myself from a repeating pattern of a past filled with people that never seems to last. Reducing your heat to steam, just like the words you said but didn't mean. I’ll swear you meant nothing to me. With these waves of my rage, I wipe my slate clean.
GG