snails in her suitcase

Photographs of South America * Long-winded tropical romances & letters home

Flores de Plastico - Titas

nprfreshair:

Some Music For Your Tuesday: NPR Music is streaming Regina Spektor’s new album ‘What We Saw From The Cheap Seats’ in its entirety. Enjoy!
(via First Listen: Regina Spektor, ‘What We Saw From The Cheap Seats’ : NPR)

OMG Is it my birthday or is it my birthday?

nprfreshair:

Some Music For Your Tuesday: NPR Music is streaming Regina Spektor’s new album ‘What We Saw From The Cheap Seats’ in its entirety. Enjoy!

(via First Listen: Regina Spektor, ‘What We Saw From The Cheap Seats’ : NPR)

OMG Is it my birthday or is it my birthday?

timelightbox:

Cindy Sherman - Untitled #411, 2003, Courtesy the Artist / Philippe Segalot, New York
Cindy Sherman’s exhibition at the MoMA is open for only a few more weeks — have you seen it yet?

timelightbox:

Cindy Sherman - Untitled #411, 2003, Courtesy the Artist / Philippe Segalot, New York

Cindy Sherman’s exhibition at the MoMA is open for only a few more weeks — have you seen it yet?

thedailyfeed:

Did you see the spectacular “ring of fire” eclipse last night?

Why do I always miss these things?

(via publicradiointernational)

Work it, dawg.

Work it, dawg.

(Source: gifsdancingtomusic, via natashavc)

(Source: sheenis, via arvidabystrom)

Hiking in the coffee fields. Espera Feliz, Minas Gerias.

Drum Man on Flickr.

Drum Man on Flickr.

Running

I jog around the bus station to the side of town that begins upwards. The path is cobblestone with chunks missing and I feel like an idiot each time my knees buckle. The chickens scatter and the white cat with the black mustache skips into the hair salon where there’s no door, just a chair, some scissors, and an oval mirror covered in rust from the tin roof. The girl in the chair turns her head to see who’s coming and the hairdresser snips a piece of earlobe. I hear her scream as I approach the curve and head downward. I pass an old woman sitting on a slab of cement under a laundry line where a pair of men’s long-johns are flapping against her forehead, unnoticed. Today the woman is alone, but sometimes a young girl sits with her and listens, nodding her head - “Of course, of course,” -  though the old woman says nothing. 


That corpse belonged in a morgue; it should have been dumped into a police wagon to be cut up by medical students and buried in a shallow grave, with no cross and no inscription. It was the body of Quincas Wateryell, rum-swiller, debauchee, and gambler, who had no family, no home, no flowers, and no one to pray for him. 

That corpse belonged in a morgue; it should have been dumped into a police wagon to be cut up by medical students and buried in a shallow grave, with no cross and no inscription. It was the body of Quincas Wateryell, rum-swiller, debauchee, and gambler, who had no family, no home, no flowers, and no one to pray for him. 

(Source: whitewillowbark)

For reals though?

(via rise-up-in-revolution)

fairytalemood:

Russian Fairy Tales illustrated by Henry R. Martin

fairytalemood:

Russian Fairy Tales illustrated by Henry R. Martin

hollyhocksandtulips:

Fifty Miss America pageant contestants in evening gowns

hollyhocksandtulips:

Fifty Miss America pageant contestants in evening gowns