The first time in history you ever take a decent selfie, yet knowing you’ll most likely get shit on for posting it. The struggle of the white girl

The first time in history you ever take a decent selfie, yet knowing you’ll most likely get shit on for posting it. The struggle of the white girl

flowury:

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe

third-eyes:

fohk:

Private Moon is a visual poetic installation, open for interaction with humans and space. In its unusual position within a land­scape, in a stretch of open country, inside some deserted accommodation or water-cooling towers, the artificial moon sheds its light on surrounding objects and offers viewers as they arrive or occasional pass­ers-by a chance to experience the fairytale nature of our existence
LEONID TISHKOV

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third-eyes:

fohk:

Private Moon is a visual poetic installation, open for interaction with humans and space. In its unusual position within a land­scape, in a stretch of open country, inside some deserted accommodation or water-cooling towers, the artificial moon sheds its light on surrounding objects and offers viewers as they arrive or occasional pass­ers-by a chance to experience the fairytale nature of our existence

LEONID TISHKOV


“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.”-Henry David Thoreau

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.”
-Henry David Thoreau

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.