2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Show & Tell
Three Goblin Art

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YOU ARE THE REASON
Monterey Bay Aquarium
One Nice Bug Per Day
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

blake kathryn

@theartofmadeline
art blog(derogatory)

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
ojovivo
Jules of Nature

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roma★
wallacepolsom

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@athneas
tokyo national museum architecture
palettes i want to live | beige, brown, green, gold
passing stranger! you do not know how longingly i look upon you…
The Window | Mary Jean Chan
[text description: a highlighted annotation of a cropped poem. The highlighted text reads: Her anger is like the sun, which is like love, which is the easiest thing, even on the hardest of days.]
Mia Goth in Pearl (2022) dir. Ti West ★
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Gregory Orr, Concerning The Book That Is The Body Of The Beloved
sylvia plath, from the unabridged journals
Moon over the Parthenon temple on the Acropolis of Athens, Greece.
— MARIE HOWE.
emily dickinson, from a letter to susan huntington gilbert
Aiskhylos, from Agamemnon; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia
Text ID: I gnaw myself. / I lose hope. / And my mind is burning.
“Truth is not so much liberation and salvation in this world, as it is liberation and salvation from this world.”
— Nikolai Berdyaev, The Beginning and the End
It's my nature to stay in my corner and watch the others. I enjoy my little observations.
–Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from The Collected stories; “The Accompanist”.
The future's unknown
Definition of destiny
“a slow intake of breath - and now it’s in you, secrecy. Ancient and vicious, luscious as dark velvet. It blooms in you, a poppy made of ink.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Secrecy in “The Door” (via adrasteiax)