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we're not kids anymore.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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ATL > FLL > OSL > SXF > TXL > FCO > OSL > JFK > LGA > ATL
I will make this cheap Euro trip itinerary work!
current relationship status: sleeping diagonally across my queen size bed
I tried to have a thought off the top of my head But the bottom of my heart said what it had to say instead Probably won’t make a difference in the end But you send me for a loop again
I am working on a series of screen printed posters based on Little Tybee songs. This one is based on our song, I Wonder Which House The Fish Will Live In. What song should I do next? -Brock
“Chill” has become one of the most desirable qualities in a romantic partner. But it is a garbage virtue that will destr…
Damn, I needed to read this.
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Chill asks us to remove the language of courtship and desire lest we appear invested somehow in other human beings. To even acknowledge that there might be an emotional dimension to talking or dating or hanging out or coming over or fucking or whatever the kids are calling it all these days feels forbidden. It is a game of chicken where the first person to confess their frustration or confusion loses.
Chill suggests that young love is best expressed as competitive ambivalence. Chill demands that you see a Read receipt followed by a “Hey, was asleep” text three hours later and not proceed to throw your phone into the nearest volcano. Chill asks you to be like, “LOL, what volcano?”
My feelings, and the feelings of many people I know, are more hurt by the prolonged waiting for a concrete answer while we sit quietly with our feigned Chill. It is as if I’ve broken some unwritten law when I ask what they are looking for and am dissatisfied with the answer “I don’t really like to put labels on things.” But putting labels on things are how people find the exit during a fire and make sure they’re adding vanilla extract to the cake instead of arsenic.
Because Chill is the opposite of something else too: warmth. And kindness, and earnestness, and vulnerability. And we need just enough of those things to occasionally do something so remarkably unchill as fall in love.
I’ve been obsessed with Beat Connection for about two weeks. This song has been my flavor of the day. You stood there right between what was and what might have been Looked over, over and again Thought we had a good thing going on I hope you know
Late night vibessssss
We sat on the Upper East Side rooftop. I hated the words coming out of my mouth. I hated the way his eyes looked. They were so wide. And with the lights reflecting from the skyline backdrop, it was li
"You get to a point where if it really matters, it's rare that dating leads to both parties walking away unscathed. But I guess that's just the thing of it -- within the experimentation of the science of "Us" and "We," if no one is getting hurt, then it's just two people killing time in a space of uninspired breathing and mediocre feeling."
#worddddddd
One of my favorites from an amazing band.
I just spent about half an hour going through pictures from the last two years on my phone.
Life has moved so fast and sometimes I wonder: how did I get here? Not in a bad or negative way. But it’s just funny slash crazy how things happen, decisions are made, friendships fade and blossom with life’s changing seasons.
Hello, Blue. Please come back more often. I am in desperate need of some tree therapy after a very draining few weeks.
The best gift you are ever going to give someone— the permission to feel safe in their own skin. To feel worthy. To feel like they are enough.
Hannah Brencher (via thebachbook)
Hello, Tumblr. I’ve neglected you for about a month because I’ve been so insanely busy.
To repay my debts, here’s some Beach House for you. I’m willing to sell one of my kidneys or work the corner of 10th and Piedmont to get into their show in Atlanta next week.
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