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📖 About Me:
call me Cat
aged 21-25
any pronouns
aroace
autistic
post postgrad
GMT/BST timezone
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.

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trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka
seen from United States
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seen from Pakistan
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seen from United States
seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Nigeria
seen from Peru
seen from Nigeria
seen from Nigeria
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seen from Iraq
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📖 About Me:
call me Cat
aged 21-25
any pronouns
aroace
autistic
post postgrad
GMT/BST timezone
This one resonated with me
my great-grandmas kitchen window
reading a textbook for class and i’m going insane. why is this just poetry. what. this is a STEM class what’s going on.
HELLO????? HELLO?????
-Rough Sea-
instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse
oaks bottom
august 15th
2014
I love lamps
Mahmoud Darwish, from a poem titled "A Wedding Over There," featured in Almond Blossoms and Beyond: Poems
Suns gone. Spider caught it
It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider
Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal
I hate it too tbh
Original by artist danielcalmdown.