hello vonnie
Mike Driver
Three Goblin Art
Claire Keane
YOU ARE THE REASON
Sade Olutola
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Not today Justin
Cosmic Funnies

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

@theartofmadeline

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@shesbreathing
‘clair de lune’ by debussy but you’re wandering down the halls of your wealthy reclusive uncle’s grand and empty mansion trying to find who’s playing the piano because you haven’t seen another soul for weeks except your reflection in the mirror
Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 2001, VOSS.
Remember that you are always making up the future as you go.
Randall Munroe (via bnmxfld)
To be able to stand up there in front of everyone and shriek as loud as you could, about hatred and love and rage and despair, scream at the top of your lungs and have it come out music. That would be something.
Margaret Atwood, from “Lady Oracle,” originally published c. 1998 (via violentwavesofemotion)
I cannot enjoy anything because of your absence. When will we see each other again?
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galatea Kazantzaki wr. c. May 1923 (via violentwavesofemotion)
That line from Wuthering Heights, "You say I killed you — Haunt me, then," is such raw fucking emotion I just *slams head into wall*
Harshness and tenderness stand side by side,
Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Nature’s Reflection by Icy & Sot
You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
Virginia Woolf, from her suicide note to Leonard Woolf wr. c. March 1941. (via violentwavesofemotion)
The smell of fresh bread is straight serotonin.
To be fully and freely all that I am.
June Jordan, from Some of us did not die: New & Selected Essays; “A New Politics of Sexuality,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Grace Kelly in Cannes, 1955.