my head belongs to Barbie or Einstein?

nights that turned into mornings. 

[francescosambati]

[wonderfulambiguity]

Dmitri Kasterine, Running man, Venice, 1962

[s-i-l-e-n-t--t-h-o-u-g-h-t-s]

[shrbrrpxr]

[phinanzacreativa-deactivated201]

[mimbeau-deactivated20151008]

[2000-lightyearsfromhome]

Sandford Roth

At the Jardins des Tuileries

Paris 1950s

[chromeus]

[c-o-l-d-b-l-o-o-d]

[yesterdaysprint]

The Boston Globe, Massachusetts, February 6, 1959

[t-h-u-g-l-i-f-e]

[an-overwhelming-question]

Donata Wenders - The Heart Is A Sleeping Beauty, 1999

[blackhoody]

[si-napse]

[horrorgrafia]

[fotogrimsi-deactivated20180915]

[nonamebern]

man tik daudzi mīļi. un tik pat daudzi nemaz nenojauš, ka man mīļi.

man rūp. man interesē. pat tad, ja nejautāju ik pārdienas kā tev klājas. es gribu zināt gan tavus priekus, gan tavas bēdas. un nekad, nekad nekautrējies man stāstīt bēdas, es zinu kā ir, ja negribas nevienam neko. lūdzu, zini, ka man var. ka es būšu. un palikšu. pat, ja ļoti.

[nemfrog]

Tall meadow rue. Nature’s garden. 1927.