I’m looking for something.
I don’t know if it’s a who, what, when, where, or how, I only know why; it is an insatiable desire of my soul. This mess of knotted wood and nails is only driftwood without sails and without hope… I don’t care where my compass points, only that it points me towards home and that home will be worth the days I spent lost at sea. - Rad
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
Selfportrait with Husband by Laura Makrabesku.
Fred Sathal Haute Couture Fall 2014
A collection of old selfies. I was 17 years old, loved putting snails on my face and used a lot of photoshop.
Kate Moss by Nick Knight