with caprice


Lives Of Grass, Mathilde Roussel.


Blood Orange at Coachella
Photo by: Koury Angelo


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I was laying in the grass and the sky went on forever and I envisioned it falling, blueness drowning me. breeze is one of the most spectacular things about living I think. today I’m living with a holey heart, where I welcome birds to build nests or wind to make whistling sounds or children to peer through on tip-toes.




why is that pine cone drinking

that’s a pangolin! it is like an anteater with heavy armor! they live mostly in southeast asia and curl up into a ball when threatened!

no it’s a pine cone

Dearest Angel Girl, I suppose most of us are lonely in this big world, but we must fall tremendously in love to find it out. The cure is the discovery of our need for company — I mean company in the very special sense we’ve come to understand since we happened to each other — you and I. The pleasures of human experience are emptied away without that companionship — now that I’ve known it; without it joy is just an unendurable as sorrow. You are my life — my very life. Never imagine your hope approximates what you are to me. Beautiful, precious little baby — hurry up the sun! — make the days shorter till we meet. I love you, that’s all there is to it. Your boy, Orson ― Love letter by Orson Welles to Rita Hayworth.

this is absolutely beautiful oh what words love inspires 

Prancing goals

i am feeling very warm and i want to squeeze and squeal every other second 

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