livvy

Liv. 24. NC. tattoo artist, stoner, movie-buff, Aquarius

[ezrabridgerr]

me to me

[cassalty]

[z-ndjenja]

[calellon]

Water-Lilies by Claude Monet, 1904 (Musée des Beaux-Arts de Caen)

[b4rfbrain]

garments by maya ventour

[rongzhi]

[pajamasecrets]

Keanu, when asked what sort of girls he likes. 1994.

[cinemaocd]

Big Breakfast: What sort of girls do you like?

Keanu: Oh man…*holds face in hands* *repeats question* they’re all angels.

Big Breakfast: really? And are you single at the moment?

Keanu: Yeah…*howls softly like a sad dog*

[dingdongyouarewrong]

honestly if teleporters ever got invented during my lifetime i would be the most annoying analog boomer about it. my grandkids would be like ugh, grandma, why don’t you just take a teleporter trip to come visit us, we all do it all the time and it’s obviously safe and i would be like absolutely not. it kills you and reconstitutes a copy with your exact memories. you are consciously my grandchildren and i do not hold it against you but i know in my heart that you are nothing but copies of copies of copies borne out of irresponsible technology use. i am not touching that devil’s elevator as long as i live. i will take an airplane and you will wait for the several hours it takes for me to come visit you

[fennelfronds]

[gatabella]

Mylene Demongeot, 1960s

[driflloon]

gcds fw22

[distantvoices]

Simone Ashley by Koto Bolofo for The Sunday Times Style March 2022

[livweirdo]

[lesbianhallieparker]

back hurt sun, tummy hurt moon, head hurt rising

[clementine-kesh]

love in fiction when scientists get a little too wild in the pursuit of science and end up a little fucked up because of it. you inject yourself with alien dna, you meld minds with some kind of mysterious creature, you let the parasite infect you. like yesss express your total devotion to your field by sacrificing a part of yourself to it and becoming slightly unhuman in the process

[pretonobranco77]

Actress Marlene Dietrich kisses a soldier returning home from war, 1945

[purpletextz]

I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.

— Franz Kafka, The metamorphosis