©Juan Brufa

vintage gold ingot charm

twas the night before christmas

Puget Sound on the Pacific Coast (1870) by Albert Bierstadt (1830-1902)

might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry written c. January 1936, featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 2

I wanna make out with someone while I sit on their lap and grind my needy pussy against their bulge :3

tokipix

It spoke to you so strangely, in a voice that hissed between waves of softly droning static from a television screen.

Sleepy girls need to be creampied then tucked into bed.

Lost Highway (1997)