Kait Rokowski

izzy's playlists!
Fai_Ryy
Misplaced Lens Cap

oozey mess
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

bliss lane
NASA
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
occasionally subtle
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
official daine visual archive
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@theartofmadeline
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sheepfilms
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Claire Keane
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@literaturluder
Kait Rokowski
july 15
Martyr’s Death of St. Sebastian (detail)
Louis Tytgadt
this..
detail of ‘odalisque’ by philippe-jacques van brée .
eye defects, via @eyedefects
Jordan Santos
"I still have moments where the past washes over me and I sink below the surface. Sometimes the tides are too strong and I am watered down to nothing. But we are survivors. We are resilient. You can't control someone who loves themselves, who owns themselves. They've conditioned us to make sure we don't know that. I've spent so long trying to find love in other people - the kind of love that was made for me. The kind of love that brings me home. Nobody told me that it was inside me. That I could give it to myself."
- Alyssa Loxart
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934
Es ist eine Geste der Achtsamkeit, Raum zu geben an einem Ort, an dem Gewalt geherrscht hat, damit diejenigen, die überlebt haben, einen Grund finden zu überstehen.
Lilly Lindner, Winterwassertief
Lilly Lindner, Splitterfasernackt
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Fire from A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1934-1937