kalinlindsey

I want the butterfly brigade to grant me a year with no stomach problems. I want you to feel like a disco ball of fish hooks so you can hang on my words and I can spin in your small miracles of light. I want your silver muscles cut into a quilt. Let me sleep under your strength. I want to remember that the sky is so gorgeously large, I feel stranded beneath it. When I gasp, I only want to gasp for more.

[evidently-endless]

so the childhood yearning to live in a fantasy world just never goes away huh

[happyheidi]

[moonwiish]

Somewhere between shadow and light

[koenji]

victorian mussel shaped vinaigrette in handcrafted silver, engraved 'Lucy'. 1876.

[heksenkring]

Miniature tintypes (1” tall), c.1870.  via 

[spacewonder19]

Comet Lemmon and a meteor train together ©

[windows-in-art]

Anna Jolnovskaya

[kisxmesoft]

[modedamour]

[mollyjaw]

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

we aren’t doing enough arts and crafts in this world I’m telling you

[makingimages]

[vibrantessence]

[theinternetarchive]

inside david sayles osborn and charles wood's nevada county loft, 1970s.

[lejade]

Ballet Class Is Over by Darian Volkova 

[9e978e]

[eirene]

Orange Trees And Gate, 1885 Winslow Homer