seeing life like i’m inside a random shoegaze videoclip

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Jules of Nature
todays bird
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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we're not kids anymore.
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Love Begins
Not today Justin
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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One Nice Bug Per Day
hello vonnie
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seeing life like i’m inside a random shoegaze videoclip
Photo by Trent Maxwell
“Your hair is a constellation I lately saw transformed. It lives, bleeding like a wounded beast on the earth’s field, in my innermost dream. Your hair is a constellation I lately saw transformed, on a night when the heart tugs restlessly at its moorings below the gaping jetties of the starry sky, below walls that break.”
— Bo Carpelan, tr. by David McDuff, from “Elegy,” published c. 1966
“I miss you steadily, painfully.”
— Jane Kenyon, from Room to Room: Poems; “Heavy Summer Rain,”
“I hope for vibrant love, the impossible, the chimerical. I dread knowing precisely my own limitations.”
— René Magritte (via renemagritte-art)
Yes, it is you, and I am in love with you and I am going to be frank, because when you have an equal you can afford to be frank. I am happy about you, for you, with you. I adore you. You make me believe that anything is possible.
Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin (via virgoassbitch)
We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must - at that moment - become the center of the universe
Happy Birthday to this priestess, muse, and inspiring woman. 🙏🏼💛
querida amiga
She must be honest; she must not varnish, soften or conceal.
Charlotte Brontë, from a letter to Laetitia Wheelwright featured in The Letters of Charlotte Brontë: 1848-1851 (via violentwavesofemotion)
feel its warmth
Waking up in Joshua Tree ✨ (at Joshua Tree National Park)