i am these immense winds

don’t look away, like the afternoon breeze,

excess longing, like forgetting a dream.

raveneuse:

by Lydia Roberts
inneroptics:

Duncan Hall

we won’t play nature to your culture
“ I’m a wretch. But I love, love. ”
by Jack Kerouac (via earthwards)

(via moonwards-deactivated20121210)

horrtorr:

Carla Andrade
massiveattack-her:

urrh
american-idolatry:

Visionaire Nº19, 1996, ”Beauty” by Jean-Paul Goude
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