channeling my inner dollie

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
noise dept.

gracie abrams

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

shark vs the universe
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sade Olutola
macklin celebrini has autism

Product Placement
The Bowery Presents
todays bird
Cosimo Galluzzi

Jimmy Eat World

Love Begins

roma★
hello vonnie
untitled

Kiana Khansmith
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@youthanasiablue
channeling my inner dollie
summer growth
i never forget
a tiny church in South Dakota
i wonder what hayden thinks about the little house on the prairie netflix adaption
Lindsay Merrill (American b. 1987), Untitled, 2026
Oil on canvas, 41 ⅞ x 55 ⅞ in
“ethel cain returned to tumblr”
jesus christ resurrected in jerusalem
RIP vicki donovan you would’ve loved fuck me eyes by ethel cain
it really is all in the wrist... writing. drawing. guitar. masturbating. et cetera...
Tornado funnel, St. Cloud, MN
1909
my rendition of a finished louisiana
says he's calling home quarters on the phone ask him if the weather's warm if you want, i'll go with you wherever you go, go asks if i'm a mess ever since he left baby, it's louisiana i'll be sweating through this dress 'til you get home
'cause the nights get long when you're gone the crickets sing our song out on the porch the radio hums that old heartbreak tone and i’m counting down the stars alone 'til you get home
coffee going cold letters getting old still read them every evening just to feel you breathing slow out there chasing dreams while i'm stuck in the heat baby, it’s magnolia air and your memory next to me
'cause the nights get long when you're gone the crickets sing our song out on the porch the radio hums that old heartbreak tone and i’m counting down the stars alone 'til you get home
lightning bugs and july skies i keep your jacket by my side even though it’s ninety-five it feels like fall when i close my eyes
yeah, the nights get long when you’re gone but the love we made still keeps me warm i’ll leave the light on, baby, don’t take long i’ll be right here waiting strong 'til you get home
baby, it’s louisiana and i’m sweating through this dress but i’ll be fine, i’ll be yours 'til you get home
some of my favorite little trinkets
custom 1 of 1 pylon bag
hand drawn by me on a 1940’s morticians bag
i just remembered when I was younger and I couldn’t sleep I would lay flat on my back and turn on hospital ambience from YouTube and pretend I was slowly dying and it put me to sleep so good. What the fuck.
death, it takes too long, and i can’t wait .