Emile Vernon (French, 1872 - 1919)
My name is Elliott and I like taking long walks on the beach.
This gif is 80 frames. I took a photo every ten steps.
Well, this dope dude.
this is gonna get s shit load of notes
i actually reblogged this 10 hours ago and it had like 70 notes
omg
wowwwzzaaaa
wowwwzzaaaa
I watched this for so long it’s perfect
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
My dad is such a little shit
He always buys this brand of alminum can fruit juice called ‘chin chin juice’ for my mom
My mother is Japanese
‘Chin chin’ is Japanese for penis lmao
my mother does not care about fashion
Literally the best thing ever lmao
;
Frequently, in his dreams, he drowns in soil. Pebbles fill his mouth and smother away the screams, the dirt enveloping his body and squeezing until his bones and skin are one and the same, one and the same.
He wakes up feverish, staring up at the ceiling. Some nights he can find sleep again. Some nights, his dreams are sweeter and involve lying in grass fields.
Most, however, he turns on his side to gaze through the glass windows. The ship courses on through space- he watches the stars slide by.
-0-0-0-0-0-0-
The beginning of something I want to write. Tenative title is The Perennial Starmaker.
