im putting a fruit sticker on you. im sprinkling blades of grass on you. im offering wedges of my tangerine to you. etc.
Arthur Hacker (British, 1859-1919) Innocence. 1899
july skies
by Denny Bitte
why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.
Rainbow clouds over Campeche, Mexico.
dont cry ok? there is the sun and there isthe ocean and there are butch gay women
guy who's profiting from it: look, i don't like it either
Undercover: ‘GuruGuru’ Fall 2006 Photography: Irving Penn
The “Breathe” gown worn by Drew Barrymore in Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998), .