La Princesse Bleue Georges Antoine Rochegrosse

I just don’t have it in me anymore (relieved)

baby hands... rather strange. not really useful for wielding blades or slaying beasts, but seemingly optimised for consuming great numbers of carrots in small portions and swinging around the clown shaped toy. could we learn from that? is there a technique we have forgotten?

I love the idea of jewelry being passed down in a family. The stories that it tells, the bodies that have worn them. I find it so simple yet so pure.

“You think it will never happen to you, that it cannot happen to you, that you are the only person in the world to whom none of these things will ever happen, and then, one by one, they all begin to happen to you, in the same way they happen to everyone else.”

— Paul Auster, Winter Journal

open me up

tell me u like me

fuck me to death

love me until i love myself

there's a tunnel under ocean blvd

LMAO

kinda in the mood to disappear into the fog tbh

The Sopranos in Naples, Italy.

if tumblr goes down im going to the bar and arguing with a middle aged man about nothing in particular

Bought a whole block of brie and fancy crackers because I suddenly remembered that I'm an adult and I'm allowed to.