![thejournalsofelliotblue:
Idleness in a facsimile[d] era
a temporary
malfunction
in Bucharest
to the flowers
I sent while
digesting cubic idolatries:
apologies are a neo-infiltrated must this summer
gallivanting to the
triathlon fantasies of iridium &
gossamer; friends of a facsimile[d] era
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/art by Pope Saint Victor/](http://25.media.tumblr.com/66883596d87b043e37feeb6f410c854f/tumblr_mn2lmtTX1m1qmkin2o1_250.jpg)
You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world,
and there’s still going to be someone who hates peaches.
— Dita von Teese (via niselle)
I just thought it was so romantic—the idea that you don’t need to be loved in return in order to love something or someone. Love can come from you. It doesn’t have to be reciprocal. People love their cars. People love all kinds of things, and they really love them. And we don’t really value that kind of love because it’s not a real, reciprocal kind of love, but it’s real love to them…
— Ryan Gosling (via imfantasyparade)
![chvteaux:
Tessel Jet Pack Backpack by Tessel Supply [my edit; photo source: x]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/34dd6f48d33f2ae1ef422ea03d017a61/tumblr_mn0n62iR2d1re1il8o1_250.jpg)
