julieterbang:

mateo.zielonka

ancientorigins:

Zeugma Mosaic of Icarus and Daedalus, Roman period, Turkey

galina:

Last of the light roast, like drinking a basket of fruits and pink flowers. I’m ready for the weekend to roll in like a breeze through our tiny house

thoodleoo:

worlds most compressed jpeg vs worlds crustiest pdf scan uploaded by an elderly professor. fight

galina:

View from dinner

galina:

Take me to the recent past, where I was eating a lentil salad and staring out at a gently pulsing wave, sea spray on my shoulders and the back of my neck, a too-tart wine on my tongue

simena:

galina:

Lovers, friends and strangers spilled over a tiny junction, overlooking a tangle of harbours, and traffic-filled highways, the hum of a hundred murmured conversations whilst we all watch the sun set on each other’s faces

innfected:

-William S.Burroughs

whereismydreamcastle:

galina:

This, too, becomes a memory: your hand making a circle round my elbow as we stand on the very edge of the rocks to watch a pink frothy sunset collapse on the sea foam

tyltos:

inkskinned:

she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”

bluereevesphotography:

Isle of Skye, Old Man of Storr, 2021

weltonboys:

death of sappho - miguel carbonel selva