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I'm Natalie. Living in Los Angeles, CA. Graduated UCLA with my BA in Art, and have no idea what to do with it.
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setsunameiou:

i googled “why do cats run around and meow at night” and one of the results listed this as a cause:

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— 4 hours ago with 12152 notes

dailydot:

Paging sixpenceee! There’s a horrifying miles-long stretch of Google Street View in Hannecroix, New York that’s apparently a portal to an evil watercolor dimension.

From The 10 Most Terrifying Places on Google Street View

(via wilwheaton)

— 16 hours ago with 2924 notes
heaveninawildflower:

The insect quire (Summer version) by Masuyama Sessai (1754 - 1819).
Edo period (19th century).
Tokyo National Museum.
Wikimedia

heaveninawildflower:

The insect quire (Summer version) by Masuyama Sessai (1754 - 1819).

Edo period (19th century).

Tokyo National Museum.

Wikimedia

(via blood-head)

— 16 hours ago with 2983 notes
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
Frank Herbert, Dune (via observando)
— 6 days ago with 878 notes
On losing love.

Sometimes in a drunken or drugged stupor I find I’ll write when I can’t bring myself to draw. Then I’ll go long periods of not touching my sketchbook, because I know there’s just spent feelings inside. The catharsis of lodged feelings just dying to be rid of my body. I finally re-read some things I wrote a few months ago, as follows;

When such a large part of you lives in such a irreparable devastation day after day, week after week you start to lose the hope and positivity you were able to carry for so long. You make pathetic epitaphs honoring what was. Their used towel becomes their warm embrace. The pillows and sheets you shared become sacred grounds of the last bit of intimacy you had. Their left over water cup becomes the last kiss you want so badly.

When you do dream, it’s of kissing them, and you find in your night’s sweet relief you’ve split your lip. The air is too dry, and you’ve been crying too much for too long. 

Little helps. Exercising, shopping, carving your home into the haven you always wanted means little when there’s no one to share it with. I’ve too much time alone, or in shitty relationships to let the one good, soul-changing one go. It absolutely defeats me. Because they “can’t”.

Such bullshit. We all can. 

— 6 days ago with 3 notes
euo:

“I can’t remember anything without you”
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) dir.  Michel Gondry

euo:

I can’t remember anything without you”

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) dir.  Michel Gondry

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— 1 week ago with 13037 notes
eatsleepdraw:

Scott McKelvey, These are a Few of my Favorite things
www.scottmckelveyart.tumblr.com

eatsleepdraw:

Scott McKelvey, These are a Few of my Favorite things

www.scottmckelveyart.tumblr.com

— 1 month ago with 358 notes
feralkid:

Joao Ruas - Valkyrie ( Etching, 2013)

feralkid:

Joao Ruas - Valkyrie ( Etching, 2013)

— 1 month ago with 4162 notes