Every Grumpy Dad™ character standing next to his child: I don’t care about you.
Me: You love that child so much, you lying bastard.
Mick Jagger and Marsha Hunt with their daughter Karis in 1971
#mick jagger#marsha hunt#karis jagger#the rolling stones#rolling stones#1971#parents#black woman#black women#black is beautiful#70s#brown sugar#interracial couple#interracial#father#mother#daughter#african american#black culture#afro#black beauty#rock n roll#music#legend#icon#rare#vintage#photo#model#actress
A mother and daughter I saw at the bus stop the other day. The little girl had a butterfly painted on her face, I imagine they came from a very fancy birthday party
Hi here is an animation test did on photoshop of a butterfly beeing chased by my daughter;)
Hanging with the parents and familiars.
here’s some more playlists you didn’t ask for but are filled with music you need in your life
traveling hipster: indie essentials for any road trip
sad words soft music: i may be sad, but do you see my outfit
vibes: a 90′s anime soundtrack
roadie: late night drives and pop music
she really did that: bad ass songs by bad ass women
in this house, we respect bops: it was 3 am, i was sleep deprived and i was feeling nostalgic
pt. I of this post
pt. III of this post
#the weeknd#shawn mendes#halsey#lana del rey#marina and the diamonds#the 1975#arctic monkeys#drake#katy perry#calvin harris#ariana grande#willow#billie eilish#daughter#hozier#the wombats#joji#troye sivan#oh wonder#the neighbourhood#dodie clark#dodie#birdy#bon iver#mac demarco#kali uchis#dua lipa#lorde#florence and the machine#rihanna
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(‘The woods’ by daughter)(reference)
A song of ‘daughter’ says “I asked saint Christopher, to find your sister, she ran out in the woods”. I wake up when the moon has left the sky at home and I realise it stands bare, supportless, like a child without a mother in a crowd, like a lover kissing his hand in a museum without another lover to hold his hand. I realise my sister has left for another home and this time, she’s not coming back again, and I see no grief trapped inside my ribs this time. I’m not supposed to feel guilty, says my psychiatrist. I roam in the house lousily after spending half the day in bed and I sense an absence of a spirit, something so discreet and heavy at the same time. (Fields of asphodel are waiting for my homely spirit, maybe I’ll meet my sisters there).
Till we reach the border and make our plan to run.
& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.
[someday I’ll love ocean vuong, ocean vuong//‘run’ by daughter(song)]