Cute as fuck

Cute as fuck

[scavengedluxury]

Jenny Holzer, Warsaw. April 2016.

[thebookquotes]

Some day I'll probably love other women — or maybe there'll never be anything but you.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, What A Handsome Pair

[bnmxfld]

“There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.”

— Elizabeth Berg (via bnmxfld)

[thezeroquotes]

It's too easy, you see, to get trapped in the past. The past is very seductive. People always talk about the mists of time, you know, but really it's the present that's in a mist, uncertain. The past is quite clear, and warm, and comforting. That's why people often get stuck there.

— Susanna Kearsley

[gerda-kay]

Illustration by Léo Lelée for Douze contes de Paris et de Provence by Paul Arène, 1930.

Via Gallica.

[awesome-picz]

Teacher Stumbles Upon Baby Bears ‘Dancing’ In Finland Forest, Thinks He’s Imagining It.

[friendsxfamily]

Sol LeWitt's Double Negative Pyramid, 1999. Europos Parkas open air museum, Lithuania.

[inkipri]

lovely!

[lifeinpoetry]

“You / bring out the sea in me, so wade. / Wade in this.”

— Jasmine Reid, from “Instructions for the Moon,” Deus Ex Nigrum

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via vsco.co

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I don’t even want to be less sad. I should be ashamed of myself if I found consolation after loving the way I did.”

— Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from The Collected Stories; “Gitanette,”

[design-art-architecture]

The Baori. Water Well , housing models for agrarian societies in India. Photo: @nurukarim

[parkmerced-blog]

A road racer’s dream drive. Twin Peaks in SF.  San Francisco, CA

[moodsandmatters]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“The anguish and pain at the bottom of my heart made me feel unbearably dreary.”

— Takuboku Ishikawa, from “Romaji Diary & Sad Toys,” published c. 1985

[vincent-is-vintage-moved]

Something calming, something wild, something pink, welcome to Tiger Beach

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[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.” - Charles Bukowski