check out the mourning doves’ new single “hooOOOO hoo hoo hoo” if you get the chance. sound of the summer.
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check out the mourning doves’ new single “hooOOOO hoo hoo hoo” if you get the chance. sound of the summer.
one thing about me is I love brutalism. I love concrete. I love not living in a house with cardboard walls and I love looking at a building and thinking this imposing boy would survive a nuclear war
I’m sorry for thinking that grim brutalist design and the vibrant resilience of nature go hand in hand. I’m sorry for seeing how striking, atmospheric and refreshing that looks. I’m right though
society if we started making places look like this again just with more plants
@c--vsm you literally get it bestie
peles castle, sinaia, romania
i miss the intimacy of sharing wired earbuds with a girl </3
middle school gay awakening core
by urbex_et_prestige
““Caw, caw!” A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence. “Crow, are you a boy or a girl?” “Caw, caw!” I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the cotton white clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues p17
morrissey did NOT know how joan of arc felt. i do though
something about this illustration from playboy september 1965
rip to all the “fuckyeah___” blogs that carried our society at one point </3
↖ now knows how joan of arc felt
weird how nothing about u is like, too small or too dumb to know bc it all comes together to become YOU. sending your friend a picture of your favorite snack is saying something important whether u realize it or not. wheres that palahniuk quote
zoo wee mama...
this tweet hasn't left my mind once in the two years since it's been posted
sometimes instead of a horrid little monk, divine visions of lesbians dance in my head dispensing wisdom