trying on a metaphor
we're not kids anymore.
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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Jules of Nature
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Three Goblin Art

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hello vonnie

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

if i look back, i am lost
YOU ARE THE REASON
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The National Library of Vienna
one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.
adelaide khaled
Japan by riki_s7_.
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.
Musée du Louvre by expectolibrary.
The sun will always come back.
When I meditate, I usually picture myself laying in a stream where the water ends up being carried out into the ocean nearby. Whenever a thought/picture/memory pops up, it somehow materializes and flows into the ocean.
Cyanometer - an instrument for measuring blueness, specifically the color intensity of blue sky - attributed to Horace-Bénédict de Saussure and Alexander von Humboldt
you mothers fucker don’t need to make us scroll forty goddamn linear feet.
“Strawberries” by Igor Kornilov (linocut, 1958)