#Old times

[charlies-corner22]

book 2

book 5

time went by so fast :):

[mote-historie]

Tatiana Chernykh, Pot of Wildflowers, 2021.

[bandiera--rossa]

"Dancing is free"

New York - 1938

Weegee

[rxnefairs]

Eve Best in Theatre x Polaroid Movie Posters

[homeisaplaceinthehills]

Georgia O’Keeffe

Yousuf Karsh, 1956

“I decided to photograph her as another friend had described her: ‘Georgia, her pure profile calm, clear; her sleek black hair drawn swiftly back into a tight knot at the nape of her neck; the strong white hands, touching and lifting everything, even the boiled eggs, as if they were living things - sensitive slow-moving hands, coming out of the black and white, always this black and white.’  This portrait hangs in her Abiquiu home, now a museum operated by the Georgia O’Keeffe Foundation.”

[coffeeman73]

https://pin.it/5pgtg8f

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Doughty vs tkachuk

[gamingkid8656854]

𝙁𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙚𝙧𝙤

[thegimmicky]

Misty sheepyard hills

[neverlostmycrown]

Evanescence - Fallen Digital Booklet (2003) Photos by Frank Veronsky

(thanks to archive.org)

[liesandnights]

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be there. It is reason enough.

[avalonishere]

[americanass1981]

Old Chris Evans photos

[lotusyiyen]

[careyakane]

The shakes (unfinished but growing old)

I now fear what I once loved most, and my body shakes at the sound of her voice. It loses itself in what it once called comfort. It rejoices at the call and curses its reaction. It takes all of my energy to keep my voice level through "the shakes." It takes years of learning the outcome over and over to stop myself from breaking down into her. She needs "a man," she always said without saying, or on rare occasions, she would just say it. My weaknesses become her weapons against me, so now I hide them well. Through the shakes, I present a man who stands tall on the other side of the line. She sees nothing of the dark room that holds me still. Nothing of the knees that I bring up tight to my chest, trying to squeeze myself still. I am now trained well and say nothing that may anger her. Only when she asks do I speak my mind, and for a time, my voice is the only voice in the world. She listens in a way that makes you question whether anyone before has ever heard the things you say. She hears them and never forgets a word. Her praise is simple and honest. Her criticism is sharp and unforgiving.

[demonspeeding666]

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