[byjove]

what city slickers don’t understand is that weird noises always come from the forest and we just ignore it

[byjove]

if you go out to investigate and get got then that is on you, ignore it and go back to sleep like a rational person

[softlyevil]

Get got

[hungwy]

Peeing in the dark feels evil and natural and it's the best time to yourself you can have

[citrusfawn]

nights above chamonix, france 🏔✨

[wilwheaton]

[fuzzycricket]

If I got any gift from a crow I would keep it forever, I would affix these to the front door so they know I love and cherish them.

[roseydoux]

La Collectionneuse (1967)

[architags]

Yashima Architects and Associates. Small House on Lake Nojiri. Japan. photos: Akinobu Kawabe

[oldpaintings]

1.Study for nymphs finding the head of Orpheus by John William Waterhouse  (English, 1849–1917)

2.Orpheus, 1875 by Gustave-Claude-Étienne Courtois (French, 1853–1923)

3.The Lyre of Orpheus, 1898 by Alexandre Séon (French, 1855–1917)

4.The Death of Orpheus, 1893 by Jean Delville (Belgian, 1867–1953)

[ghostlywriterr]

[truelovevip-deactivated20190324]

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

[glumshoe]

every painting by Andrew Wyeth is of a ghost and you can’t convince me otherwise

[glumshoe]

there are so many fucking ghosts in this picture I can’t even count them

[officialscreaming]

[gelfling]

@yungennui

[stimman4000]

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[serpentwife-deactivated20200820]

why are we still here? just to suffer? every day i get emails

[edenliaothewomb]

Greta Gerwig, photographed by Marlene Marino for Dazed & Confused, Sep 2015.

[sandandglass]

Toronto on 35mm film

Instagram: @craigrobertson_

[detailedart]

Details : Dancing Fairies, 1866, by August Malmström.

[iamnotmitski]

Mitski for Pitchfork (2018)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I am strong, in spite of being childish and weak now and then.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; “The Bee Meeting,”