Winkworth Arboretum, England (by Tim Stocker)

Clapham Common, London (by singulartalent)

Okay let me explain you a thing about little inner-city apartments, about little slices of domesticity hewn out of old brick and DIY plaster, filled with rag-tag people that you have assembled as a family unit, with indie music on low and laughter and dwindling bottles of wine. Where the cat is always asleep atop your computer and your best dress and stockings are tossed on the couch and your faulty window opens to a planted box full of herbs and the steamy buzz of the city below. Where take out from your favorite deli awaits you in the fridge and work is only a bus-ride away and the city comes right up the meet you at night, swilling in with the night wind and tugging at your hair and sweater until you venture out into it. There’s something truly magical about a tiny well-kept apartment filled with treasured people, something more exquisite than anything in the world, I think.

(Source: abstraire, via in-haunted-seasons)







Miris kafe opet prija, to je moj grad, to je moj grad, to je moj graaaaad!

Ko Amsterdam jebemti

Svaki dan, ovaj grad :)

i kako ja da shvatim one koji kažu da jedva čekaju da odu? idite, sretno vam bilo, nama je dosta naše Sarajevo

A well-worn stairway leads to a house on Oahu’s North Shore, November 1979.Photograph by Robert Madden, National Geographic

Rene Magritte, The Lovers, 1928
Magritte’s mother was a suicidal woman, which led her husband, Magritte’s father, to lock her up in her room. One day, she escaped, and was found down a nearby river dead, having drowned herself. According to legend, 13 year old Magritte was there when they retrieved the body from the river. As she was pulled from the water, her dress covered her face. This later became a theme in many of Magritte’s paintings in the 1920’s, portraying people with cloth covering their faces.


yes. tonight.



Images of America in Crisis in the 1970s

Bleak times