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it’s all happening insta: @grlinterrupted

[fashionlandscapeblog]

elif.studios

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Aleksandre Akhalkatsishvili

[1990smallgoth]

vanessa by jeffrey klaum (2002)

[slimegargoyle]

wish the concept of "representation" didn't feel increasingly tied to cynical, algorithmic streaming service content with little to no actual insight into any real minority experience

[beaniebabyaesthetics]

[my-slideshow-wmv]

[treygotguap]

Girls will say they busy and be in their bed relaxin or sleep

[melanin-majestic]

Sounds busy to me

[sensiblereblogifposts]

Reblog if you are busy 

[niacinamides-deactivated2020010]

je suis,…. how do u say it……….. ready 2 die

[rslashrats]

i think some of you need to eat a slice of cheesecake and listen to ambient rain noises ten hours

[evilrashida]

@ladymisskier and Deee-Lite photographed by Steven Meisel styled by Anna Sui with makeup by François Nars and Hair by Garren, Vogue Italia January 1991

[therunwayarchive]

Nikki Uberti at Jean Paul Gaultier, Spring 1997

[desideriumnymph-deactivated2022]

The singing ringing tree 1957

[diaryofandnwoman]

[art-thropologist]

This is pure art.

[rookmove]

For those curious, this was taken at the Oceti Sakowin camp during the No DAPL protests in Cannon Ball, North Dakota. The photograph is titled "Defend the Sacred" by Ryan Vizzions. I did not find the name of the subject on horseback.

[tiktoks-for-dead-pope]

[powerfulwizard]

I’m so scared of 2020, something seems to frightening about this year. It’s gonna be Y2K all over again. The Black Plague is going to come back. I swear. I fuckin swear.

[heritageposts]

date of origin: 3rd of december, 2018.

[crstldar]

2004

[fairycosmos]

the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it’s so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there’s a constant ghostly record of each generation’s thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there’s always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard