He made me love him without looking at me.

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

whatever i’m just obsessed w my hair
gulfs:

Sylvia Sleigh
At the Turkish Bath, 1959
fohk:

“What if you can’t make yourself happy?”
"Then I don’t know. You know what you do then you forget, you block it out. If you want to be happy don’t think. If you stutter don’t talk"
Kids (1995)Larry Clark
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fire & ice

tumblr is so triggering and stupid i don’t think i’m going to be on here much longer

nycartscene:

recommended:“the second life of flowers” Sirikul Pattachote The Lodge Gallery, 131 Chrystie St., NYCfirst New York gallery exhibition of Thailand born painter Sirikul Pattachote. “The brittle decomposition of a flower at the end of its purpose is a slow and lonely, bittersweet journey. We can use words like this to describe the action because it is so familiar to our own human experience. Just as the flower serves its purpose we serve ours, we both flourish in the sunshine and grow uniquely beautiful before we leave our legacy and drop our petals along the path to becoming a memory. The ephemeral quality of life and matter is a central theme in Pattachote’s work. Through her paintings, she attempts to record and preserve certain memories and impressions that highlight the potential good that lies in everyone and everything.” - thru Aug 7