French Flower stamps
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if i look back, i am lost

izzy's playlists!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
ojovivo
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
cherry valley forever
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dirt enthusiast
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Stranger Things

Discoholic 🪩

Origami Around

Kaledo Art
Claire Keane

titsay
tumblr dot com
Game of Thrones Daily
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

oozey mess
noise dept.

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@certain-half-deserted
French Flower stamps
Photos by Pilllpat on Flickr
I don't know who needs to hear this, but
YOU DO NOT NEED TO START A NEW HOBBY!
STEP AWAY FROM THE TEXTILES!
YOU DON'T NEED MORE YARN!
THAT FABRIC IS NOT CALLING TO YOU! LEAVE IT ALONE!
boy it's me the textiles speaking to you inside your head. you need the yarn. you need thread. your soul hungers to participate in the act of creation. you must feed it. you must buy so many beads.
Handle with care
filmmakers and audiences and critics alike all need to start suspending their disbelief again
‘this doesn’t make sense’ so?????
important edition
my favorite lyric of radioactive is “this is in the apocalypse” like thank you mr dragons for clarifying the setting so clearly i was getting confused i really appreciate it
post cancelled apparently i have something called “auditory processing disorder”
Brittle Skeletons Crocheted from Discarded Textiles by Caitlin McCormack
“i used to live there” is such a sad phrase. seeing places u used to live in is an odd thing. It’s like ‘i know where the best hiding place is in there. my bedroom was the one directly to the left as you walk in. i took my first steps on that flooring. i used to play in that yard with my grandma. she died two years ago. that was the only place i ever knew. those walls contain all of my childhood memories. i can no longer go there, but i know every corner like the back of my hand.’
if you are you, that is good enough.
[Image Description: A stick figure lying in bed at 2:39am. They look exhausted, but their eyes are open as they think, “what if I don’t become anything.” The next images are the stick figure thinking, “then i will only ever have been myself”… “i can live with that”, they think, as they smile and close their eyes. End ID]
A fireplace set into a fanciful arabesque-sculptured chimney breast is an eye-catching focal point. Jefferson B. Riley of Centerbrook, architect. Photograph: Norman McGrath.
Inside Today’s Home, 1986
the "you aren't friends" really sells it.
an intense hatred of capitalism vs an intense love of trinkets
The sun, the moon and the stars. Out-of-doors. v. 2. 1932.
Галина Егоренкова (@galinaegorenkova)
Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems
[Text ID: “I am not I. I am barely my own shadow.”]
Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems
caught you containing multitudes bro lmao i love every glittering facet