Amanda, university student

Look up, if you like me
brudesworld:

Hylas and the Water Nymphs by Henrietta Rae, 1909

brudesworld:

Hylas and the Water Nymphs by Henrietta Rae, 1909

arisenthemoonnymph:

If I were a month, I’d be October or January 

If I were a day of the week, I’d be Wednesday 

If I were a planet, I’d be Mercury  

If I were an animal, I’d be a dolphin 

If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a vanity table 

If I were a gemstone, I’d be a pearl 

If I were a flower, I’d be an iris 

If I were a kind of weather, I’d be rain and thunder 

If I were a colour, I’d be a light shade of purple that’s between gray 

If I were an emotion, I’d be nostalgic 

If I were a fruit, I’d be a strawberry 

If I were an element, I’d be water 

If I were a place, I’d be a castle on a cliff by the sea 

If I were a taste, I’d be strawberries and champagne (or pizza) 

If I were a scent, I’d be Chloé

If I were an object, I’d be a notebook  

If I were a song, I’d be Ce Matin La by AIR 

If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be a pair of satin pumps

lapitiedangereuse:

Irving Penn (1917-2009) Girl in Bed on Telephone (Jean Patchett), New York, 1949.



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lapitiedangereuse:

Irving Penn (1917-2009) Girl in Bed on Telephone (Jean Patchett), New York, 1949.

Vogue US November 2005 Gemma Ward and Josh Hartnett

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Vogue US November 2005 Gemma Ward and Josh Hartnett

moonandmoon:

Undated autochrome of a water lily garden.Photograph by Franklin Price Knott, National Geographic


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moonandmoon:

Undated autochrome of a water lily garden.
Photograph by Franklin Price Knott, National Geographic

unsolved mysteries: the boring Amanda edition
darksilenceinsuburbia:

untitled (ocean)8 x 10, oil on canvasSofia Nielsen



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darksilenceinsuburbia:

untitled (ocean)
8 x 10, oil on canvas

Sofia Nielsen

bosconos:

Vlada Roslyakova for i-D Magazine by Nick Haymes.


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bosconos:

Vlada Roslyakova for i-D Magazine by Nick Haymes.

quentindebriey:

steffy.paris november 2013


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quentindebriey:

steffy.paris november 2013


Paris Cats at Night. 1954

Paris Cats at Night. 1954

I’ve been getting so bored of tumblr. My interest level has increased to negative. I guess it’s because I scroll around it all the time at work and I have been here for a long time. or maybe it’s just that robotic nature of clicking and reblogging and liking without any originality or personality. I don’t know. Tumblr doesn’t feel rewarding or fun at all now.