
oozey mess
noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
trying on a metaphor

if i look back, i am lost

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
KIROKAZE
Show & Tell
Misplaced Lens Cap
sheepfilms
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Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Andulka
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wallacepolsom

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@lxxlx
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
Pablo Neruda (via notebookings)
me in ikea: cööl, håvïng a gööd time
It Must Be Beautiful Alexandra Soldatova
In Belarus, my home country, people love when everything looks neat, clean and beautiful. I decided to search for origins of this fact. So I researched the environment where people normally live and I was looking for rather outstanding and at the same time very common things which could influence the esthetic feeling of a person.
This project is about decorating reality. All these paintings on the bus stops are made through local authorities by unknown “artists” with the only purpose to beautify empty landscape.
Images and text by Alexandra Soldatova
Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched.
Natalie Wee, from “Lonely,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (via lifeinpoetry)
surprise surprise
i will be the gladdest thing under the sun! i will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. – edna st vincent millay
“The sea is the cruelest lover.”