Golden Hour in the Boise National Forest, Idaho. [OC] [4265x5331] - Author: salty_esquire on reddit
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Misplaced Lens Cap
Peter Solarz
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Origami Around
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

shark vs the universe
trying on a metaphor
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature

Kaledo Art

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noise dept.
Sade Olutola
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will byers stan first human second
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Golden Hour in the Boise National Forest, Idaho. [OC] [4265x5331] - Author: salty_esquire on reddit
british girls in the 90s omg my mom is selling me to blur
Blues Springsteen, 1978, my edit of original via gq
imagine falling in love and it works out for the rest of your life
sometimes it’s better refrain from deep introspection and allow yourself to just be.
and by that I mean: I don’t have to sit with myself and overthink and analyze and rationalize every ounce of my being. I am not a case study I am a person. faults and all. like any other person. sometimes I have to look at my mistakes and avoid self flagellation. sigh and learn what I can and move on. remember that I am living, and this is part of the process. free myself of that inner critic. allow myself to be, and try again.
Keith Moon, Dallas 1971, by Andy Powell from Wishbone Ash.
Touring as The Who’s opener, Andy was accompanied by his wife Pauline, and one night, Keith “broke into my room dressed in a full tie-dyed outfit with a Thompson machine gun, demanding ‘your money or your wife’, and held Pauline and myself ‘in terror’ in our bed while brandishing a Thompson submachine gun. In actual fact he was searching the rooms for the redoubtable Mr. Sunshine, who had been an earlier promoter of The Who and was about to get his ‘just deserts’ for his trouble. Mad Moon exited our room with mumbled apologies to us and shouts of “SUNSHINE, WHERE ARE YOU?” but not before I snapped him with a camera that I’d left beside the bed.”
so fucked up that like actually going to bed earlier and exercising and eating well and being kind to urself does actually make u feel a bit better. that is so messed up
Mick Jagger drops in on John Lennon during the Revolver sessions, 1966, by Robert Freeman
sammywitte_: These songs mean everything to me. Love you always Harry
This is still going around uncredited.
Instagram - @_meanmachine
Go check out their work, its amazing.
when one direction said to be loved and to be in love :/
i'm literally an artist who doesnt create anything. no i can't explain it to you
This is Catherine Deneuve in 1965
nostalgia is actually disgusting and morbid
Sissy Spacek while filming “Carrie”, 1976