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[miyku]

Mass Effect III Legendary Edition | ▶ dev. Bioware

[titsay]

Bumblebutts 🐝✨

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

Being by the sea is like a permanent baptism; the light and air hypnotizes, and your soul is washed by vastness.

Iain Pears, The Portrait

[lizclimo]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

What is mine stays with me, my heart in the glitter of [her] heart. My dreams have no bones. Love is never saved in layers of rock. So much of me will never be found on this earth.

C. L. O'Dell, from “Forsythias,” The Southern Review (Summer 2021)

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2022-10-10

Haman Malisan Tombs

Canon EOS R3 + RF50mm f1.2L

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[freshmoviequotes]

Princess Mononoke (1997)

[theglowpt2-deactivated20200101]

[novitiate2017-deactivated202002]

[oumaimas]

[marvelia23]

Museum Hours (2012), Dir. Jem Cohen

[spectrologie-deactivated2023041]

moments with the moon by Bjørg-Elise Tuppen

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Intense joy is somewhat like pain, she thought. Or like a dizzy spell. Strangely, it was not unlike grief.

– Yōko Mori, from “Spring Storm,” The Mother of Dreams: Portrayals of Women in Modern Japanese Fiction (Kodansha, 1989)

[andatsea]

Remnants in the garden.

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[loumargi]

Gustav Vigeland, born Adolf Gustav Vigeland, (1869 - 1943)

[soracities]

@weltenwellen

[titsay]

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

When your living space is a mess, don’t ever look around and think you should have managed better. Don’t look at the chaos as all the things you should have done. Look around and think, “Look how exhausted I’ve been. I have been saving my energy to save myself and that is right.” And then ask yourself what is one thing you could do that would make you feel more at home in your space–one thing you can manage right now. If that’s fluffing up your pillows, if that’s putting the cups back in the kitchen, if that’s writing a list of fruit you haven’t had in a while and going out to buy it, if it’s picking up your laundry from the floor and putting it on the chair, if it’s wiping the dust off your crystals–that’s enough. Do what would help you now. It’s okay to be tired. It’s okay to be a mess. It’s enough to do what would help and leave the rest.

[adrasteiax]

(…) I’m speechless…what kind of writer am I? With all this love and no words for it?

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via adrasteiax)

[qpulm]

The Mirror (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1975)