Florence in Dublin, Ireland ⚡️

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Florence in Dublin, Ireland ⚡️
twigs photographed for Nike. Styled by Matthew Josephs, hair by Soichi Inagaki, makeup by Kabuki.
fka twigs snapped!
i needed this feature to be at least 200% longer, but it’s still magical
fkatwigs: “flames for when he lay me down flames for every time i blossomed on my best side.”
“sitting here in splendid isolation.”
 “half formed ideas with full conviction. a hotel room series with the one and only @suz_p <3″
“My heart says “I love you” in the green language of the woods.”
— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Pomes; “Presence of Love on the Island,”
Florence Welch for Apple Music
Daniel Murtagh
[via Le Journal De La Photographie]
“my heart has developed a kind of amnesia, where it remembers everything but itself.”
— Sabrina Benaim, from “what i told the doctor” in Depression & Other Magic Tricks
Duncan Grant (British, 1885-1978), Portrait of a male nude seated on a chair covered with drapery, 1926. Oil on canvas, 101.50 x 76.50 cm
Misty forest trail of Yakushima by Ippei & Janine Naoi Instagram | Website | Portrait sessions in Tokyo
study 2161 by he xiaosong Spectrum 6: The Best in Contemporary Fantastic Art
Ozias Leduc, 1864-1955
Erato (Muse in the forest), 1906, oil on cardboard, 27,9x22,9 cm
Private Collection
today we present a misguided lifestyle magazine fashion shoot in the lake district
I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
When you’re growing up in abusive environment there’s such a strong feeling of “not belonging here”, “not being a part of anything” and feeling like you’re not supposed to be among humans at all, and only wishing that someone would come already and take you home. To another planet, where there’s people like you, where you wouldn’t be a burden or nuisance, where you wouldn’t feel guilty for just being, for existing as you are. It feels all wrong, being in a place where you’re so despised, as if it would be better if you didn’t exist at all. We all just want to go to our real home.