Okay so here’s the lowdown. I found 4 sets of medium format negatives while I was thrift shop hunting a few weeks ago. They were sitting in a box of old vintage photographs in these plastic sleeves, and from what I could tell, they had been taken sometime in the 50’s. So obviously I brought them home, and today finally had them scanned in, and holy wow they are beautiful!!

NOW this is where I need the Internet’s help. I would absolutely love to find the women in these photographs/the photographer who took them. The only info I have is that the negatives were found in a thrift store on Hull St in Richmond, VA. They are medium format, and judging by the style of dress, made in 1940-1950. The owner of the thrift store had no idea where they came from. I’m posting the best/clearest scans of the images, so if y'all could reblog the shit out of this, I’m hoping we can find the owners of these amazing images.

hello

girls when they need their little private space where they can vent and shitpost with things they love

Bottle rocket under ice

To people who use "þ" as an aesthetic "p"

þink again.

random, but i was painting with my little cousins and decided to paint one of your pics i really enjoyed! figured you might wanna see xD

LITERALLY OH MY GOD???? this legit brought me to tears, that's my childhood home backyard!!!!! this is so incredible im speechless!! not to mention your impeccable skills like someone get me a paper bag to breath into!!!!! (submitted by @oxidization)

Franz Kafka, letter to his father

“After placing Laika in the container and before closing the hatch, we kissed her nose and wished her bon voyage, knowing that she would not survive the flight.”

Prints

Hannibal 2.10 Naka-Choko

My Chemical Romance is magic ✨

that toxic intense homoerotic female friendship you had from ages 13-16 is like. you were my best friend, you’re the reason I have trust issues, being with you was the worst years of my life, I had the best years of my life with you, I hate you, I can never let you go, every second song makes me think of you, I miss being able to make you laugh, I am jealous of your boyfriend, you are not a girl anymore, neither am I, our paths keep running parallel while we try to prise ourselves apart, I still turn around when someone calls your name. i wish i hated you. i hope you never touch me again, i want to hug you forever, i want to cradle you on the bathroom floor like the day before the world locked down when you sobbed for me to take you back. we shaped each other’s adolescence like clay in our hands. i know your deepest fears. I don’t know what you thought of that exam. I moved classes to get away from your presence in the second row - i shared my last ever school lesson with you by my side. we have inside jokes but never dare say them. we both loved each other more than we loved ourselves. sometimes i want to make a joke and then remember with a jolt that only you and i would find it funny. whenever i see a bird crash into a window I remember you cradling that magpie in your jacket. they’ll never understand you like i do. I want you to tell me what you really think. I want you to never say a word to me. you never understood me like I needed you to. every night I wear the pajama pants you got me as a birthday present. if i had never met you i would be a different person (!) … if I had never met you, I would be a different person. you taught me a secret language I cant speak with anyone else. 

Be Born Again, Dr. Kim

Harbinger

the reason I still haven't cured my squint eye is not because I don't have money and time and will for it but because it literally means there are twice as many stars as usual

absolutely love how this blog looks now