
祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Janaina Medeiros
ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane

#extradirty
hello vonnie

blake kathryn
DEAR READER
Sade Olutola

if i look back, i am lost
Keni
wallacepolsom

ellievsbear
cherry valley forever
we're not kids anymore.
will byers stan first human second
Mike Driver

seen from France

seen from Pakistan

seen from Norway
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States

seen from Bangladesh

seen from Germany

seen from South Africa
seen from Ecuador

seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from Ecuador
seen from Ecuador
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
@turtle-spanker
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
The L Word (2.09) Jennifer Beals as Bette Porter
A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
via
Lingling Kwong for Calvin Klein
I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
Victoria Chang, from "Untitled #5, 1998", With My Back to the World
Love them ❤️🔥
Trace Evidence, Charif Shanahan
"The Bite" (1914) — Edvard Munch
@heavenlyyshecomes
There is no one I can be, no role I can fill that will get me inside this house. I dreamed up scenarios. I went over them in my head. I broke him out of jail. He didn’t care. I saved him from a car crash. He was unmoved. I bought a drug plane. We smuggled drugs across the border. We did drugs all the time and flew back and forth, evading the law, but it didn’t matter. I imagined addictions and seductions, obligations, coercions, all manner of magic and threat. I was ulterior and predatory. I was gracious and charming. It didn’t work or it fell apart immediately. I couldn’t bend the story to my desire. There wasn’t a place he wanted to be, so it was impossible to maneuver him into one. I couldn’t get him to choose me. Even in my imagination, I couldn’t get his shirt off.
- Richard Siken, Drug Plane.