
Janaina Medeiros
Sade Olutola
we're not kids anymore.
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sheepfilms
dirt enthusiast
tumblr dot com
AnasAbdin

Andulka
d e v o n
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Product Placement
YOU ARE THE REASON

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occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz

PR's Tumblrdome
trying on a metaphor
Three Goblin Art
KIROKAZE
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Ireland

seen from Ireland
seen from Germany
seen from T1
seen from T1
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

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seen from United States
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@ayoneandrade
Yet another poem about emptiness and how to see it in a new way.
It seemed my whole life was composed of these disjointed fractions of time, hanging around in one public place and then another, as if I were waiting for trains that never came.
~ Donna Tartt, The Secret History
No artist tolerates reality
- Nietzsche
Sunset at mountain hood…
I didn’t change, I just found myself…
Water Spirits
© gif by riverwindphotography, September 2022
Living in that beige world of monotony;
And loving in our own kaleidoscope of colours
Living in that beige world of monotony;
And loving in our own kaleidoscope of colours
"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
– Kait Rokowski