jaws clenched tight we talked all night

I'm Lauren.
I have a fondness for bikes, peppermint tea, old linoleum floors, proper punctuation, my dad's sweaters and scotch, salty skin, warm concrete, ampersands, good music, sexual tension, cheap wine, & listing shit.

theministryoftruth:

"It produces beautiful colours - deep blues, indigos, oranges and blood reds," says London-based textile designer Natsai Chieza (pictured). "I want to use them as a sustainable factory to make fabric dyes."

Chieza discovered colour-creating bacteria, such as Streptomyces, by taking soil samples from the roots of herbs such as tarragon, oregano and sage, and culturing them in a plate. “Sometimes the microbe has its own cellular colour and it seeps pigment of different colours, so you end up with a whole palette,” says Chieza. She found that these colours could stain silk fabrics like organza, satin and pongee. “We take the fabric and put it in with the growing microbes; they soak up the material and produce unique patterning.” (via This artist paints with soil bacteria (Wired UK))

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travelthisworld:

allstreets:

Keizersgracht - Amsterdam, The Netherlands

I do miss my little city.

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I’m a dirt person. I trust the dirt. I don’t trust diamonds and gold.
Eartha Kitt  (via thatkindofwoman)

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weepling:

Oskar Garvens (1874-1951), Le Repentir

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For years mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that “unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”…The truth is, you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation
Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D. — “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog” (via verthandi)

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Egnazio Danti. The Scandinavian Peninsula, 1565.

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Long exposure, 3 traffic lights in the fog.

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