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Origami Around
Sade Olutola
Noah Kahan
Claire Keane
Cosimo Galluzzi
we're not kids anymore.
Misplaced Lens Cap
RMH
Show & Tell

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

shark vs the universe
Stranger Things
Xuebing Du

PR's Tumblrdome
YOU ARE THE REASON

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The Stonewall Inn

seen from Côte d’Ivoire

seen from Ecuador

seen from India
seen from Pakistan

seen from Japan
seen from Indonesia

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Bangladesh
seen from Argentina

seen from Türkiye

seen from Bangladesh
seen from Iraq
seen from United States

seen from Algeria

seen from United States
seen from Jamaica
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
@peacewalkerdm
Kramp Easy Lube Vegetable Shortening
I love you SO much
(via funnyguyaustin-blog)
remember when you first watched the kingdom hearts 2 opening music video and you were chilling enjoying the highlights and then THE GUITAR starts and sora’s running up those stairs and heartless are being vaporised left and right and utada f. hikaru (the f stands for fuckign) says “MY HEART’S A BATTLEGROUND” and it’s a near-religious experience… yes GOD
by Zdzisław Beksiński
Oct 7 1918 in WWI
IWM (Q 78778) “The canal in ruined Merville"
IWM (Q 78783) “Ruins of the church at Merville”
IWM (Q 78779)
October 7 1918
1918-10-07
“somehow wildly beautiful”
‘At Ypres… we again took the cameras through the ruins…Not a building stands intact; most are just brick heaps and unrecognizable dumps of debris… It is a weird, awful and terrible sight, yet somehow wildly beautiful. For my part, Ypres as it now is has a curious fascination and aesthetically is far more interesting than the Ypres that was.’
Frank Hurley, WW1 war photographer extraordinaire, in Ypres, Belgium – The Diaries of Frank Hurley, 1912-1941 – Photo: A balloon over the ruins of Ypres, by Frank Hurley
harry clarke
sky moodboard for @irrelevant-gh0st
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a clapping, As of ass cheeks gently clapping, clapping at my chamber door.
“tis a visitor,” i muttered, “dummy thicc, and nothing more”
tonight’s mood, like every other night before, is titties