Si même Rebek' a repris Tumblr, c'est qu'on est au bon endroit.

Kaledo Art

Andulka

⁂

Origami Around

@theartofmadeline
One Nice Bug Per Day
No title available
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
d e v o n
Game of Thrones Daily
Peter Solarz

blake kathryn
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
NASA
Sade Olutola

JBB: An Artblog!
todays bird
hello vonnie
Mike Driver
No title available

seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia
seen from Panama

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Hungary

seen from Canada
seen from Panama
seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from New Zealand
seen from France
seen from New Zealand
@trhsn
Si même Rebek' a repris Tumblr, c'est qu'on est au bon endroit.
La vingtenaire sur la photo retrouvée, conservée sous pseudonyme, me juge : Pourquoi tu parles de toi comme d'une vieillarde ? On a toujours fait ça, se sentir si lourde, se sentir trop tard. C'est triste mais —
S'ouvre un espace d'inconséquence, un temps supplémentaire, qu'est-ce qu'il y a après que tout soit raté, on continue, non ? On fait pour soi, avec l'enjeu à ras du sol, on fait secret solitaire. On a jamais tant travaillé que trop tard. On creuse dans cet espace qu'on a créé, on fabrique en soum-soum une vie parallèle. Chaque jour point de départ, toujours après.
Wait, what could a Broadway star possibly wish they did instead? Alright, don’t laugh. But I’ve always wanted to be a children’s librarian.
ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING | 2x08 – Hello, Darkness
Drag Race France (2022)
Signe que c'est 2022 et qu'on ravive tumblr avec la Reine.
I don’t usually feel this way at 11 o'clock in the morning. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way before.
—Desert Hearts (Donna Deitch, 1985)
Ces dialogues de maboule
How was it possible to be afraid and in love… The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.
Nous étions dix, Nine Antico.
James Baldwin, Colored Entrance, North Carolina, Durham, Photo by Steve Schapiro, 1963
Wim Wenders, Wings of Desire, 1987.
David Bowie - Interview - Afternoon plus - 1979 [x]
Not much has changed in the way people treat bisexuality smh
“are you bisexual” “yes” “i’m not sure i understand” “I’m bisexual” “what do you mean” “ThAT I AM BISEXUAL”
What are you reading this weekend?