lionfloss:

Circle Rugs

cute-animals-only:

more scratches please

nicostiel:

#KOBENI SWEEP 😍

fairycosmos:

spending too much time alone is a scam because i start to think i understand things to an extent but as soon as i go back into the world i feel 14 

scifiseries:

1969 Fender Rhodes Student Piano in Avocado Green

scream-qween:

stilldanytrash:

pollydoodles:

spaghetti-and-regretti:

your-villainous-neighbour:

emotional-support-strapon:

cryol:

silverstrike:

tybalt-you-saucy-boi:

caribetidalwave:

excellentbitch:

excellentbitch:

isn’t that the neck tattoo guy

This guy needs to slow down 😂😂😂

THAT’S WHERE I RECOGNIZED HIM FROM

But how could you leave out this masterpiece???

I love him

yall r missing the BEST one

I might have just found myself a new idol

Unsure if real or an elaborate character but in any case he’s fighting the good fight so 🤷🏻‍♀️💯

He shouts a lot. What a fun guy.

He has only one brain cell and he uses it to live life 

theladyintweed:

Lalique necklace collar 

From 1909 

Sotheby’s 

luzdelfuegos:

‘Surreal Metamorphosis’ by Elizaveta Porodina,

Model Lina Hoss of Models.com

apothecium:

Friends (and foe?) it’s done!

dearmediary:

dried flowers 🥀✨

elevatorteeth:

how it ended

jennypearseed:

lubefairy:

shiv2:

heavensickness:

heavensickness:

ppl romanticize reading poems like silently drinking hot tea, sitting under a blanket by the fireplace like in a period drama etc. when it actually feels like this

Since this post got notes, let’s share one poem which makes us feel this way. I’ll start

(by @seravph)

by Joan Tierney (@filmnoirsbian)

pierppasolini:

Pierrot le fou (1965) // dir. Jean-Luc Godard

amare-habeo:

Gennady Sergeevich Mironov (Russian, born 1961)

Stars, 1989

Oil on cardboard, 14.2 × 9.5 cm