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if i look back, i am lost

shark vs the universe
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

@theartofmadeline

Kaledo Art

Andulka
Jules of Nature

Product Placement
trying on a metaphor
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#extradirty
Cosimo Galluzzi

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@099280155
5x2, 2004
“My Lord, put my heart at ease for me,
And ease my task for me.”
[20:25]
at my age, my heart seems more than ever like a sunflower, always turning toward the light and warmth for more strength and force of character, for more beauty and wisdom.
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry written circa February 1920 from Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914–20
In this short life / that merely lasts an hour / how much — how / little — is / within our / power
Cecilia Martinez, from a poem titled "Winter Then," featured in A Magnificently Ordinary Romance: Poems
“Once you begin to take yourself seriously as a leader or as a follower, as a modern or as a conservative, then you become a self-conscious, biting, and scratching little animal whose work is not of the slightest value or importance to anybody.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Death of the Moth and Other Essays
I just love having four genuine seasons so much. I used to be such an “I hate summer” or “I hate winter” person but now I find such beauty in each of them… still summer evenings when the sky is that hazy pink and the crickets are singing in the garden beds… riding your bike through piles of autumn leaves in that fresh, crisp air… cosying up inside with a cup of tea in winter after being out in the cold… that first day in spring when the sun feels truly warm and you can hear the wildlife emerging… it’s so poetic - all of it, each one. we’re so lucky to experience them
i’m gently cupping every woman’s face when I say this: there are things far worse than being single at any age
“I bought the book you were talking about” is a love language