he bang on my doldrums till we're best friends ex-friends to the end better off as lovers not the other way around
Noah Kahan
EXPECTATIONS
No title available
d e v o n
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka

Kiana Khansmith
cherry valley forever
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

if i look back, i am lost
official daine visual archive
Claire Keane
trying on a metaphor

No title available

titsay

bliss lane

pixel skylines
Today's Document
Mike Driver
will byers stan first human second

seen from T1

seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from New Zealand

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from China
seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Australia
seen from Indonesia
seen from Malaysia
seen from South Korea
@verabypnkfloyd
he bang on my doldrums till we're best friends ex-friends to the end better off as lovers not the other way around
Franz Kafka’s Diaries, 1 July 1914
Kumi Yamashita - Origami. Creased Japanese paper, single light source, shadow, 366x366x1cm (2011)
Naomi Campbell for Isaac Mizrahi RTW Fall 1994
ricardo gonzalez
Irving Penn - Boots by Christian Dior, Delman at Bergdorf Goodman & by Charles Jourdan (Vogue 1971)
HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy
at the grocery store i bought 2 limes and a lemon and the checker said to me "two limes and a lemon... Anything could happen"
70s Manhattan. ph Leland Bobbé
The Dream © @sivan.ka
sufjan stevens was right when he said
Javielis González photographed by Deo Suveera
Roísín Pierce for The Last Magazine
ever since jerusalem, had a change of heart
you went back to genesis, found god
but not the one you were looking for
...
am i the one you were looking for?
Pearl 2022
what resembles the grave but isn't
Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!"