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if i look back, i am lost
almost home

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NASA

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
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this is the 2016 apology post. reblog in 45 seconds and 2016 will apologize to you in the form of money.
A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965)
You get close to read The Attractions Sign
The Brandywine 14x21 #watercolor #watercolour #sarahyeomanart #workshop #brandywine #brandywineriver #painting
Jan Simon - Hruby Rohozec, 1905
Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Houston July 8 1974, by Joel Bernstein. (l-r: Stephen Stills, Graham Nash, David Crosby, Neil Young)
Neil Young
yeah well get in line bub
THIS is what direct action looks like. Pay attention liberalsÂ
can yall stop writing paragraphs on here. bitch i cannot read
Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, if first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.
Love in Translation by Lauren Collins from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016 (via briqou)
Something good in this world…
We’re asleep until we love. We’re children of dust… But fall in love —and you’re god, you’re pure as on the first day of creation.
Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (via antigonick)