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Thon Abiel by Ursu for Schon Magazine April 2023

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Sua Lee by Songyi Yoon for Marie Claire Korea

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Jack Vanzet

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Victoria.

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Last night

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She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me. As I sat before her, I felt I would do anything she asked of me. Henry suddenly faded. She was color and brilliance and strangeness. By the end of the evening I had extricated myself from her power. She killed my admiration by her talk. Her talk. The enormous ego, false, weak, posturing. She lacks the courage of her personality, which is sensual, heavy with experience. Her role alone preoccupies her. She invents dramas in which she always stars. I am sure she creates genuine dramas, genuine chaos and whirlpools of feelings, but I feel that her share in it is a pose. That night, in spite of my response to her, she sought to be whatever she felt I wanted her to be. She is an actress every moment. I cannot grasp the core of June. Everything Henry has said about her is true.I wanted to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty and say: “June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never know again who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want. Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me. You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you. When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You are the woman I want to be. I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel compassion for your childlike pride, for your trembling unsureness, your dramatization of events, your enhancing of the loves given to you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses.

Anaïs Nin (via throughworlds)

Yes

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Sunday vibes

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Babygirl

Natasha Poly by Txema Yeste for Vogue Russia April 2015

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Basically

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The thing about unravelling, shattering, completely falling to pieces until your a empty shell...is that you never come back the same. There is a darkness that settles in the vast open space of your body, and when mold yourself back up into a human frame- everything is different. People say you have done this...but what have I done other then breathe. Some are destined for darkness so light can intensely push vividly through. I think we hide things for so long and sometimes in the end you destroy yourself or attempt destruction until nothing is no more.

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Still one of my favorite trips

The Grand Canyon Fills with Clouds in a “Once in a Lifetime” Event

The Canyon came to be filled with fog due to what’s known as a “temperature inversion,” a phenomenon whereby warm and cool air (which typically reside at lower and higher altitudes, respectively) swap places.

Source: i09

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Vanessa Paradis by Kranz, 1992

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Alia Glutd. I am fucking blown away by you. I have never been in such awe of a human's beauty.

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VIBES

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Love this man

Everybody’s got a thing, Mike Dargas