
@theartofmadeline
One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost
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sheepfilms
noise dept.

PR's Tumblrdome
Jules of Nature

#extradirty

Janaina Medeiros
occasionally subtle
Mike Driver

Origami Around
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

blake kathryn
Three Goblin Art
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Not today Justin
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@asurgeoflight
Amazing frozen waterfall in The Alps, South Tyrol-Italy. - Author: Blinkmeoutdude
Mary Oliver, from "Starlings in Winter"
Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.
Saskia Rem Brandt - Illusion of Perfection, 2023 - Oil on canvas
Eryri, Wales
m_l_robbins
AIR
David G. Benner, from “Love and Will,” in Desiring God’s Will
to tell a story in the form of flowers, what would i say?
Lost in the breathtaking wild beauty of this lush mountain valley.
The last of the classically trained tumblrinas
𝐵𝑦 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒
Osip Mandelstam (b. 15 Jan 1891) in his poem describing life during the years of being a fugitive and exile, translated by Christian Wiman, featured in My Bright Abyss
[image description: a poem that reads, “Come love let us sit together / In the cramped kitchen breathing kerosene. / There’s fuel enough to forget the weather, / The knife is ours and the bread is clean. / Come love let us play the game / Of what to take and when to run, / Of come with me and come what may / And holding hands to hold off the sun.”]