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lehroi:

0086b, 0086c, 2011.
Ashley Goldberg


Shimabuku, Sea and Flowers, 2013


jaclcfrost:

jaclcfrost:

[inhales] [exhales] [looks out into the sunset] the sweet smell of not being in high school

[remembers that i have no idea what i want to do for my future] [continues to stare out into the sunset] shit


etincelant-etoiles:

Music Minute - Lullaby

bradleysbumchin:

it’s been exactly 10 years since Rachel got off that plane and I’m still not over it.

this is how you end a show. you don’t give the audience exactly what they want, or take it completely away from them either, you leave them with the idea of what could be

you don’t throw all sanity to hell in the hopes of going out with a bang, you go out with a warm hug and a thank you 

you don’t give the characters the perfect dream ending, you give them something better

and this is how you end a show that is so powerful, people are still emotional about it 10 years after it ends.


notebookings:

Cait Oppermann - Tangier in pastels, Morocco, 2012.
I recently unearthed this photo from a stack of negatives that I haven’t touched since I scanned the film that would become Sea Blues. I really love this one, though.  Tangier is not a peaceful city on the ground, but from above it can be actually quite serene.

notebookings:

Cait Oppermann - Tangier in pastels, Morocco, 2012.

I recently unearthed this photo from a stack of negatives that I haven’t touched since I scanned the film that would become Sea Blues. I really love this one, though.  Tangier is not a peaceful city on the ground, but from above it can be actually quite serene.





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which is messier my life or my hair