1. gogomorrow:

    Vintage Go. Photo by: @lwrightphotography hair/makeup: @queenbhair styled by: @nredddastylist

    singing….isn’t she lovely!

     
  2. scene

    philadelphia

    18th & Spring Garden St

    clouds 

    see them coming

    moving the sky or with it

    the universe polluted by our smog filled lives

    when we open our eyes 

    life

    air

    within our lungs

    oxygen available 

    nourishing 

    exhale and open your eyes 

    see the clouds

    passing through. 

    -love and light 

    #flukituned 

     

  3. Time

    Time.

    The continuum thats constant. Time never slows down. Time never speeds up. Time is constant. To quote the old saying, “Time waits for no man.”

    We don’t ‘find’ time as if time is something we seek - we Make time, or, as some would say (including me) we TAKE time.

    Time, Time.

    Time is very blind.

    Make believe the lines.

    Wait too long to find. 

    Time, Time.

    For some action inside.

    Hours in a day.

    Seconds multiplied. 

    Written on the walls, timed. 

     
  4. vogue:

    The world lost Maya Angelou today.

    In memoriam: 1928–2014

    Photograph by Taylor Jewell

    (via dexterking)

     
  5. thesoundesign:

    GOOD GIRL

    (Source: thesoundesign)

     
     
  6. (Source: thesoundesign)

     
     

  7. Nothing scares me anymore

    She’s was listening to Lana Del Rey’s, Summertime Sadness. Bundled up, she walked down Broad St. wearing her latest Jackie-O sunglasses and purple trench coat. Her limper smile, although covered by her bright gold scarf, expressed a reflective mood. For even in her coldest scene, she could still california dream. 

    XOXO - Fluki

    (Title from the lyrics of Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey)

     
  8. becomingyiaya:

    Photographer: Barry J. Holmes

    http://www.barryjholmes.com/index.html

                                                                                                        -throat chakra colors


    Covergirl

     
  9. My farmer is my father … He continues to teach me about fertile ground. My chef is my mother… She continue to teach me about feeding the soul. To whom responsibility is given, much is required. Listen. No, seriously listen to their words. Watch them as they speak. Face them, as the words exit from their wise hearts through thy lips.

    I fully appreciate the union I was created in. Before I found salvation, I would weep and ask why me? Why was I given parents that…, who…, and why wasn’t I given parents that were cool like the other parents.

    How blind was I? Finally at 30 years old I can over-stand and graciously appreciate the gift of being birth by this significant couple.

    Are they perfect? Am I perfect?
    The answer is not perfection but rather reflection. I am in total awe! I’ve been blessed with a man whom loves me as my farmer loves my chef. I’ve been blessed in abundance and its a direct reflection of the greatness taught by my parents.
    I will never question again.
    I shall always honor them throughout all the days of my life.

    For my Farmer and my Chef.

    With Love.

    -Flukituned

     

  10. tumblrbot said: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

    Cebu, Phillipines