Marie-Sophie Wilson-Carr for Glamour France, 1991 by Mikael Jansson

#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

titsay
NASA
KIROKAZE
RMH

No title available
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

tannertan36
Aqua Utopiaď˝ćľˇăŽĺşă§č¨ćśăç´Ąă

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

@theartofmadeline

bliss lane

gracie abrams

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

ellievsbear
No title available

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Belarus
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Netherlands

seen from Malaysia

seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada

seen from Germany

seen from Spain

seen from Spain

seen from Greece

seen from Nepal

seen from Nepal

seen from United States
@sickofthisshitdotcom
Marie-Sophie Wilson-Carr for Glamour France, 1991 by Mikael Jansson
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
MYTHOLOGY AROUND THE WORLD â triads
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
â Virginia Woolf, The Waves
iâm stunned
Playing a bit with patterns
Current art moodboards
William Faulkner â read to write âRead, read, read everything â trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! Youâll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, youâll find out. If itâs not, throw it out the window.â
Alias Grace [ep. 1-6], Â Mary Harron (dir.) - Sarah Polley & Margaret Atwood (writ.)
Sofia Gumerova, âLa Sylphideâ
ph. Valentin Baranovsky
I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (via theliteraryjournals)