Slow it down, Angie come back to bed.

pauvre-lola

ALT

spring moon 🐇🌕💐

julianplum

ALT

🐟🐟🌕🐟🐟🐟🐟 // swallowtail shiners // gouache on hot press paper

milksockets

'many scratched doors,' 1994 in sigalit landau - gabriele horn + ruth ronen (2008)

nnobodysdaughter

dadushin

Hard to get out of bed sometimes

poetic-questions

—Sylvia Plath, "Apprehensions"

moneybytheton

dogrotpdf

how’s that house that raised you?

vangoghcore

by giorgio_filippini_photographer

theconcealedweapon

theoluise

“We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.”

— Henry Miller  (via apoetreflects)