A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
Jim Morrison (via minuty)
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
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A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
Jim Morrison (via minuty)
Games with the moon 📷 Daniel Korjonov | Greenland
Just inherit it already
david sims francesca burns carly hanger the face 1997
Raquel Zimmermann photographed by Cass Bird, Self Service
desperately trying to find copies of this old manga magazine :(
person: hey you ok?
me, dissociating:
Cafe in Paris, 1908, Amadeo de Souza Cardoso
August Sander Sekretärin von Westdeutschen Rundfunk, Koln 1931 Die Photographische Sammlung-SK Stiftung Kultur, Koln
Ernst Haas (1921-1986) Street Scene, Eastern Europe, ca. 1955 Gelatin silver print
LIFE legend Edith Piaf was born 102 years ago today on Dec. 19, 1915 in Belleville, Paris, France. She is pictured here in a montage of expressions and gestures while singing during a performance at the Versailles nightclub in 1952. (Photo by Allan Grant—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images) #LIFElegends #EdithPiaf
Acryl auf Leinwand + Collage 2017 / Acrylic on canvas + collage 2017
W. Strempler
Bacchus, 1596, Caravaggio
Size: 85x95 cm Medium: oil, canvas
Jean Giraud, Alejandro Jodorowsky - Griffes d'ange
Derek Overfield
I was born in a junkyard, not even on a bundle of rags or the seat of an old wrecked car but the dust below. But when my eyes opened I could crawl to the edge and see the moving grass and the trees and this I began to dream on, though the worms were eating me. And at night through the twists of metal I could see a single star–one, not even two. Its light was a thing of wonder, and I learned something precious that would also be good for you. Though the worms kept biting and pinching I fell in love with this star. I stared at it every night– that light so clear and far. Listen, a junkyard puppy learns quickly how to dream. Listen, whatever you see and love– that’s where you are.
‘Luke’s Junkyard Song’ by Mary Oliver (via sunbathe)