theme by iliyon
misguided ghosts

Ireland, West Coast, County Kerry, 1988 by Harry Gruyaert


Iceland, Timo Bergenhenegouwen

(Source: rinariver)


lilac hem (by Everything is magic)
I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
Andrea Gibson

(Source: cmnanquim)


I am so deliriously in love with Keaton Henson and the gentle savagery of this piece. (There’s a perfect moment where the camera falls on the stretch marks at the side of his stomach and it’s so honest.) 


Teardrop [Massive Attack Cover]

José González
In Our Nature

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.
Miranda July, It Chooses You (via veliikaya)

(Source: aquotee)

Shimabuku, Sea and Flowers, 2013

(Source: coutugh)

Lay Me Down (acoustic)

Sam Smith

Sometimes I Wish I Never Took a Women’s Studies Class


Sometimes I wish I never took a women’s studies class. How, once I saw the war against us, I could not unsee it. How aware I became of the billboards and their slow twist of my arm. The lipsticks I used to collect, and love, suddenly many-hued bullets. Walking out from the midnight of a movie theatre into the shock of day, my friends laughter popping like corn, saying how great the movie was, and me, the blanket wet with phrases like, ‘the male gaze! ‘, ‘heteronormative!’ ‘complete and utter objectification of women!’

I miss the days when I could enjoy a fucking movie, or the silk of a shaven leg. I miss not having an existential crisis in the hairstylist’s chair saying, ‘no, i’m going to keep it long this summer.’ Miss the days when I wanted the men to look — when I thought ‘not like other girls’ was a compliment. I miss the days way back, further back, when I could pin a picture of a princess on my wall and feel proud—I even wished it when I was in that courtroom—when I could have still been a girl who let things go, who said the threats were not so bad, said ‘boys will be boys’ and let him tell me how pretty I’d look murdered.

But I was glad for those classes that day, in his room, when I said, ‘No’, and he said, ‘Must’, and I laced up my boots and got on a train, any train, not sure where home was but knowing damn well where it wasn’t.

-Megan Falley has been writing a poem a day, every day for the year of 2014. “Sometimes I Wish I Never Took…” was her 193rd poem of the year.



Open up, it’s fine out.