gps, shauna barbosa / the pond, mary oliver / the song of achilles, madeline miller / i’m one, may swenson / liability, lorde
todays bird
Sade Olutola
RMH

Love Begins
Peter Solarz

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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d e v o n
NASA

roma★
cherry valley forever
we're not kids anymore.

titsay
hello vonnie
Claire Keane

shark vs the universe
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Mike Driver
sheepfilms

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

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@oeuvresromantiques
gps, shauna barbosa / the pond, mary oliver / the song of achilles, madeline miller / i’m one, may swenson / liability, lorde
just found out that if i stay in my room all the time my life will eventually shrink to the size of it and i will lose all memory of how to function as a person. shocked & upset
“Touch has a memory.” John Keats
[part 1/5 marble series]
‘Ne regrettez pas, souvenez vous’
Just can’t get over this scene how hard it is to see their tears so I tried to brighten it up and closeup!!
life is like… you make connections with people and then say goodbye
life is like… you make connections with people and then linger uncomfortably in doorways with your hands in your pockets dancing around the fact that you have to say goodbye by making small talk for 20 minutes
mikko harvey, for m
MOOOM WOULD YOU WAAASH MY BAACK THIS ONCE AND THEN WE CAN FORGEEEEET AND I WILL LEEAAAAVE WHAT I AM CHAaaasing for the other girls — mitski screaming into the guitar
me, writing, throwing commas around like i’ve just won the lottery and i’m exulting in my winnings, needlessly, passionately, with no thought to the consequences,
Vianka Guinaz on Instagram
hey babe sorry i didnt respond you your text i was too busy pondering about what our life would be like living in a small cottage in the woods where we got to wake up next to each other every morning when the sun shines through the curtains and our cats purr in our ears
Rodin, Paris
Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*
My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.
The spiritual successor to Miette
Might I also add
May i add the piece from artist Verbal Vomit
Glad to see we’re all in agreement that cats talk like disparaged victorian children
Excerpts from Red and Blue’s letters in This Is How You Lose the Time War (Pt. 2)
Sometimes you just need to listen to Lorde's entire discography and lose your fucking mind
the garden collection // colors organized neatly
emily blincoe (prints here)
august 2013
ivy || frank ocean