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Love Begins
almost home
we're not kids anymore.

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Stranger Things

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Kaledo Art
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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photos of the sea during yesterday's gale, taken from ardnamurchan point
The two cherubs from Raphael's Sistine Madonna (Madonna di San Sisto) 1513–1514
dior's 'palladium' gown (1992)
“But there are dark, untouched corners within all of us. Sex can be very exciting in one moment and barely tepid the next. It can feel like love but not be love. It can feel like possession and then the person walks away. You can’t possess another person. You can’t make another person not die. If nothing else, at least my vomit fetish is mine. It’s mine and it’s real.”
— Melissa Broder, So Sad Today: Personal Essays
la petite sirène: the banquet .
antique mother of pearl and sterling silver fork + teeny by priscilla lace wedding gown (60s) from madusa on depop.
Secret of Moonacre 🌊🌙🐚
The Secret of Moonacre 2009
“Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue.”
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Laini Taylor, from ’Daughter of Smoke and Bones’.
avec amour "teen blush" capsule collection campaign .
“Elusive shadows linger shyly here, And wood-flowers blow, like pale, sweet spirit-bloom, And white, slim birches whisper, mirrored clear In the pool’s lucent gloom.”
— L.M. Montgomery, ‘The Wood Pool’ (via nightjasmine)
dress up in the attic
love from a distance, richard siken
does anyone know what is means if i keep encountering dead bunnies
“I think I am the victim of a dream.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955 (via violentwavesofemotion)