This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.
I am better than I was.
I will be better than I am.
(140/365) by (DS)

The Sleepers by Gustave Courbet, 1866 (detail)


Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.


"love spills" anatomical heart collage by bedelgeuse. See it at ROOMS29 in Tokyo, Japan. Hybrid analog/digital collage.

My vagina kind of just gave up halfway through my bike ride, detached itself, and walked away.

If you find it please contact me, I would like to apologize.

I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour - An Introduction (via psych-facts)

Apollonia Saintclair 514 - 20140728 La fille qui aimait la pluie (Rider on the storm)

A.O. Spare

Castle by Allnamesinuse

Herbert Baglione (b. 1977, São Paulo, Brazil) - For Joshua Liner Gallery show, NYC, 2011