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teenvodka:

because-yolo:

i stared at this for a good 3 minutes.

love this^

teenvodka:

because-yolo:

i stared at this for a good 3 minutes.

love this^

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redlilith:

I put this moment here.
here always are little things that reconcile me with the world. Leaving the office worn out, stepping on the bike and pause to feel for a second… the wamth trying to get through my skin, my neck automatically tilting back towards the sky…above all, the air. Once I start biking it’s this constant swirl all around me. Before I know it the corners of my mouth are lifting and a bubbling surfaces. I want to see more, I want to give in to the sweetness, to my body, to a joy more stubborn than my darkness. The breeze brushing and grazing me, like fingers through my hair, trailing down my neck, breasts, back…that’s when my arms stretch out and I try to caress the air back, mouth slack, exhilarated. Everything is trying to tell me to be alive, I’m made for it. Everything’s telling me I should stop mourning. These are also the moments I always want to give you. You’re the air.
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redlilith:

I put this moment here.

here always are little things that reconcile me with the world. Leaving the office worn out, stepping on the bike and pause to feel for a second… the wamth trying to get through my skin, my neck automatically tilting back towards the sky…above all, the air. Once I start biking it’s this constant swirl all around me. Before I know it the corners of my mouth are lifting and a bubbling surfaces. I want to see more, I want to give in to the sweetness, to my body, to a joy more stubborn than my darkness. The breeze brushing and grazing me, like fingers through my hair, trailing down my neck, breasts, back…that’s when my arms stretch out and I try to caress the air back, mouth slack, exhilarated. Everything is trying to tell me to be alive, I’m made for it. Everything’s telling me I should stop mourning.
These are also the moments I always want to give you. You’re the air.

photo taken with Hipstamatic

oldhollywood:

Leni Riefenstahl’s “Dance to the Sea” in The Holy Mountain (1926, dir. Arnold Fanck) (via)

oldhollywood:

Leni Riefenstahl’s “Dance to the Sea” in The Holy Mountain (1926, dir. Arnold Fanck) (via)

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teenvodka:

because-yolo:

i stared at this for a good 3 minutes.

love this^

teenvodka:

because-yolo:

i stared at this for a good 3 minutes.

love this^

(Source: drinkthewild-a-i-r, via -deadly)

redlilith:

I put this moment here.
here always are little things that reconcile me with the world. Leaving the office worn out, stepping on the bike and pause to feel for a second… the wamth trying to get through my skin, my neck automatically tilting back towards the sky…above all, the air. Once I start biking it’s this constant swirl all around me. Before I know it the corners of my mouth are lifting and a bubbling surfaces. I want to see more, I want to give in to the sweetness, to my body, to a joy more stubborn than my darkness. The breeze brushing and grazing me, like fingers through my hair, trailing down my neck, breasts, back…that’s when my arms stretch out and I try to caress the air back, mouth slack, exhilarated. Everything is trying to tell me to be alive, I’m made for it. Everything’s telling me I should stop mourning. These are also the moments I always want to give you. You’re the air.
photo taken with Hipstamatic

redlilith:

I put this moment here.

here always are little things that reconcile me with the world. Leaving the office worn out, stepping on the bike and pause to feel for a second… the wamth trying to get through my skin, my neck automatically tilting back towards the sky…above all, the air. Once I start biking it’s this constant swirl all around me. Before I know it the corners of my mouth are lifting and a bubbling surfaces. I want to see more, I want to give in to the sweetness, to my body, to a joy more stubborn than my darkness. The breeze brushing and grazing me, like fingers through my hair, trailing down my neck, breasts, back…that’s when my arms stretch out and I try to caress the air back, mouth slack, exhilarated. Everything is trying to tell me to be alive, I’m made for it. Everything’s telling me I should stop mourning.
These are also the moments I always want to give you. You’re the air.

photo taken with Hipstamatic

oldhollywood:

Leni Riefenstahl’s “Dance to the Sea” in The Holy Mountain (1926, dir. Arnold Fanck) (via)

oldhollywood:

Leni Riefenstahl’s “Dance to the Sea” in The Holy Mountain (1926, dir. Arnold Fanck) (via)

endangerment:

Omg yes

endangerment:

Omg yes

(via gravitysex)

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