bushwick, brooklyn.
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ijaazat:

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in a train right now, i can see the city lights and i feel so so overwhelmed

(via irlpreciosa)

labonitafanny:

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Uwe Ommer

(via capacity)

thepuppyclub:

Imagine you’re minding your own business on the train and then some talentless weirdo snaps a sneaky picture of you and posts it to their tacky Instagram account for their 300k idiot followers that copy-paste the same bland “tender” comment until one of these bozos screenshots the post and shares it on their other social media where even more tasteless brainwashed dumbasses retweet/reblog it because they’re so desperate to feel something or to show that they feel something and that they know and understand the complexities of art and beauty and in the meantime you’re still on the train and you’re trying to go somewhere in your everyday life, completely unaware that your intimacy is being violated over and over again until no one even recognizes you as a person with dignity but a commodity of a few thousand likes and retweets and reblogs and silly captions and boring moodboards and you’re there on the train.

(via wvterways)

lovecherub:

“Be literal. Be devoured by light.”

John Allen Taylor, from “History of My Godlessness,” published in The Common (via lifeinpoetry)

(via arroe)

modelsof-color:

Malika Louback by Annemarieke Van Drimmelen for WSJ. Magazine - Fall 2021

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nine-thirty:

coalesce

(via starfoozle)

soracities:

Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but Do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test. Do you love me stripped of everything that might be lost, for only the things I will have for ever?ALT

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

geminiscene:

totally f***ed up (1993) dir. gregg araki

(via girlsontheplayground)