for worse or for better
gonna give it to you i n CAPITAL LETTERS
Today's Document

Discoholic 🪩

ellievsbear
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever
Jules of Nature

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almost home
KIROKAZE
DEAR READER
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
NASA

if i look back, i am lost
wallacepolsom
Sade Olutola

pixel skylines

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$LAYYYTER

@theartofmadeline
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seen from Canada
seen from Chile

seen from India

seen from United States
seen from Hungary

seen from Canada
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Mexico

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Bangladesh

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Colombia

seen from Singapore
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@nevergrowups
for worse or for better
gonna give it to you i n CAPITAL LETTERS
Angels
In the words of the artist Franck Bohbot:
“Almost everyone has some idea of what Los Angeles is, even if they’ve never been there. Home to Hollywood, the city churns out myth after American myth. Some see the city as a necessary part of a glamorous life — they migrate there to become stars. Others live ordinary lives and work ordinary jobs in this city of spectacle. And some see LA’s darker side — east coaster Jack Kerouac famously wrote that Los Angeles is “the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.” These photos highlight the oddly authentic beauty in this city of myth, however lonely and brutal, however packaged and commercial. Here, even the metallic glinting pole of exercise equipment along the shoreline, or a solitary streetlight in neon darkness, or a thrust of power lines cutting across the sky, captures something essential about the so-called “city of angels.””
I feel small; but so are stars from a distance.
ten word poem, i.
dear Orsetta. Join me in the gardens tonight, for January is month of the Camellias (…)
from my upcoming chapbook, Letters to the Throat. 🌘 / Demi Ev.
*sees moon* *remembers outer space* nice
You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters
we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything
BALENCIAGA SS ‘06
empty space 💭☁ ig:1998.pm
Hogwarts Houses + Dictionary ; Ravenclaw
also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell
I can be feminine in all my rage. I can be girl and woman, and claws with teeth. Watch me burn.
Venetta Octavia, from “Sekhmet, Not Pin-Up Girl,” Prelude to Light
— vincent van gogh
I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.
Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing In America
Naeem Khan Spring 2018
Jonathan Simkhai spring 2018 rtw