carolina in the morning

lions & tigers & bears
(oh my)

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via feellng)

(via p-i-e-c-e-f-u-l)

among-conifers:

Saved another cutie from the wet pavement yesterday. I just love bees. Look at those little legs.

among-conifers:

Saved another cutie from the wet pavement yesterday. I just love bees. Look at those little legs.

(via girl-violence)

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My queens.

elliemccreanor:

Flowers that I pressed

elliemccreanor:

Flowers that I pressed

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journolist:

When #IfTheyGunnedMeDown Happens in Print: 

Section from the Rolling Stone profile of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, one of two brothers who committed the Boston Marathon bombings vs section from the New York Times profile of Michael Brown, who was shot and killed by Ferguson, Missouri police officer Darren Wilson. 

H/T to @daviddtss 

(via colleen-powers)

teethmagazine:

i-D May 2006
Model: Lily ColePhotographer: Tim Walker

teethmagazine:

i-D May 2006

Model: Lily Cole
Photographer: Tim Walker

(Source: furples)

earthflowur:

eartheld:

mostly nature

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earthflowur:

eartheld:

mostly nature

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(Source: bluerdenim, via sadellite)

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over. Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.

Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

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Shimabuku, Sea and Flowers, 2013

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teethmagazine:

Color Study: Desert Sky

Alice Blue, Baby Blue, Sky Blue, Periwinkle,  Peach, Carnation Pink and Rose.

(Source: ateliercornelia)

causal goddess

causal goddess

(Source: sicklysatisfied)

somethingvain:

kylie bax in andy warhol’s museum by steven meisel for vogue italia septemer 1996

somethingvain:

kylie bax in andy warhol’s museum by steven meisel for vogue italia septemer 1996

(via uoa)

nevver:

Love stitching, Hillary Fayle