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Origami Around
DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
Show & Tell
NASA
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Discoholic 🪩
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Sade Olutola
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
will byers stan first human second
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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JVL
trying on a metaphor
Product Placement
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@assureastomorrowwillcome
“im getting old” starter pack
“this is way too sweet”
“they’re remaking that movie already????”
“my back hurts”
“wait, people get mad about that now?”
“I can’t eat that, its gone fuck my stomach up”
“hold on let me check my calendar first”
**turns on the radio** [groans]
How dare you EXPOSE me at 5:18 am on this good Monday
Barack and Michelle, 1992.
Larry Carlson, 2014
Subtle
I am a constellation of contradiction, each star a reaction or a memory or an epiphany that won’t quit.
Darnell Arnoult, from “Mean Time,” Galaxie Wagon: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 2016)
there should be a delete all posts on facebook for year 2010 and below
now that FB has an “on this day” feature, you can click each post from the particular day and delete it.
it’s a much slower process, but you can erase ur past self. u can do it.
Birth of Venus (details) painted by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Love heals scars love left.
Henry Rollins (via thelovejournals)
Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.
Katie Kacvinsky (via wordsnquotes)
My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky.
Nizar Qabbani, “My Lover Asks Me” (via soracities)
Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin (via soracities)
420 years ago, on 4/20, the moon was made of weed.
This is the only day you can reblog this. Do it for Weed Moon.
