Oman, 1970s.

oozey mess

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dirt enthusiast
Xuebing Du

blake kathryn
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

JVL
noise dept.
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Peter Solarz
Cosimo Galluzzi
occasionally subtle

roma★
KIROKAZE

if i look back, i am lost

titsay
Sweet Seals For You, Always

JBB: An Artblog!

Janaina Medeiros
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@seraphseafoam
Oman, 1970s.
I could write a poem about how my dark braid makes me look like my mother, or how the gaze of his Ecuadorian eyes distracts me in my philosophy class or how a Columbian boy once flirted with me by telling me he loved to read mythical stories about my country when he was young.
But I do not know from where to begin.
I just think of some Columbian boy reading stories about my home, my island, in Bogota.
“You know I feel such tenderness for you. It’s difficult to bear. I don’t know what to do with my tenderness.”
– Persona (1966) dir. by Ingmar Bergman (via lachantefleurie)
“I feel lazy and tired, and I can enjoy only memories.”
– Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren (via lachantefleurie)
Once in a blue moon: See photos of Friday’s lunar rarity around the world
About 80 years ago the owner of this house just walked away, it has since remained untouched. Bodie, CA
Source: Runner_one (reddit)
Rocío Montoya ph.
Storm at sea
Ashley Moore by Aris Jerome
Brooke Shields, Pretty Baby
Daphne Groeneveld photographed by Cuneyt Akeroglu for Antidote S/S 2014
my summer aesthetics
chipped baby blue toe nail polish, bare feet, white sundresses, bitten down fingernails, freckles on your shoulders, pink lace underwear, girl groups playing quietly from a radio in the background, sparkle eye shadow, tall grass and queen annes lace, mysterious bruises, laying on your back in the grass watching the clouds go by