Geoffrey Johnson
The Stonewall Inn
Sade Olutola

No title available

Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

gracie abrams
h
One Nice Bug Per Day

#extradirty

ellievsbear
No title available
Not today Justin
Fai_Ryy
Cosmic Funnies
noise dept.

No title available
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
Sweet Seals For You, Always

titsay

seen from Finland
seen from Türkiye
seen from Austria

seen from South Africa

seen from Venezuela

seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Pakistan
seen from United States

seen from Brazil

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
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@vankappell
Geoffrey Johnson
moments i could breathe again.
Mariacarla Boscono by Juergen Teller for W Magazine, 2007.
Inner peace has me experiencing things differently. For the first time, a warm jazz scent became an immediate cue for my body to unwind. Shoulders dropped and breathing slowed. I want to stay here
Hisako Naiki ⌘ JCA Annual 6 (1985) — The corridor no one built
Villa Lemoine by Rem Koolhaas, Bordeaux, 1994-1998
https://www.instagram.com/frachella/
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. March 1940 featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Vol. V 1936-1941
summer by Chino Otsuka
Ella Mccutcheon - Harpers Bazaar Italia February 2026
The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet (1855) Frederick Leighton
broken symbol
to be a poet (11.16.24)
Alicia DiGi
coming to terms with the fact
that to be a poet is to
profit from your own suffering.
with that being said, of course i’m attracted to
behaviors, circumstances, & connections that i understand
(from the start) will damage me.
to be a poet is to
gravitate to a darker state of mind—prefer it, even—
& have trouble producing quality work
with positive subject matters.
i write my best when i’m at my worst;
nothing deeper, more passionate, more intricately formulated.
i strongly do believe that my purpose is lain here,
on this dimly lit plane of probable despair
& dried flowers.
utterly cinematic, yes, but tiringly unfortunate.
because to pursue the thing that brings me the most joy
also has the potential to enable the recurrence of progress hinderment.
if i must always channel the darkness within me to do what i love,
will it tie me to the past that made me?
am i already tied to it?
María Félix in La Diosa Arrodillada | The Kneeling Goddess, 1947