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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
sheepfilms
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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shark vs the universe
cherry valley forever
art blog(derogatory)
trying on a metaphor
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Discoholic 🪩
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Jules of Nature

oozey mess

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
RMH

Kaledo Art
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@beginners-mind
"People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed"
-Bob Dylan singing my soul out loud-
RIP
"Sex and love have nothing to do with female and male. It's just whatever two souls happen to be. It could be male and female, and it might not be male and female. It might be female and female or it might be male and male. You can try to pretend that it doesn't happen, and you can make fun of it and be snide, but that's not really the rightful thing."
Bob Dylan
From: No Direction Home, 1966
'Scuse me while I disappear
Blue moons 🌙
I solved the Friday 5/22/2026 New York Times Daily Crossword in 31:16!
Insomnia inducer
Lotus 🪷
my photography
The little bugs are Damselflies...
Dendrophile (n.) — one who finds poetry in the heart of the forest, who listens to the rustle of leaves, who leans into bark, who breathes deeper in the forest, a lover of trees. From the Greek δένδρον (tree) and φίλος (loving). A person who feels a deep love for trees, not just for their beauty, but for their presence, their medicine, their wisdom. to be a dendrophile is to seek shelter in the woods, not as an escape, But as a way home. a place where your breath slows, your heart softens, and your spirit remembers what it means to belong. Some of us were never meant to feel at ease in the noise. We were meant for the quiet language of leaves.