TOCOROCOMUGI
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トコロコムギ
「へいおまち.ᐟ🍣」
NASA

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Claire Keane
Today's Document
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Show & Tell

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Peter Solarz
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
we're not kids anymore.
sheepfilms

Kiana Khansmith
taylor price

Andulka
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almost home

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TOCOROCOMUGI
"Here you go.ᐟ🍣"
トコロコムギ
「へいおまち.ᐟ🍣」
Bouquet of Poppies by the Window c. 1926. (detail), Olga Wisinger-Florian (Austrian, 1844–1926).
Water Lilies painted by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)
Night; and Day by Edward Robert Hughes (English, 1851-1914)
Emile-Allain Séguy (French, 1877--1951)
So proud of my green little fellas:,)
bro she’ll text you back in a minute she’s just naming 5 things she can see, 4 things she can feel, 3 things she can hear, 2 things she can smell, and 1 thing she can taste
A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind
when it comes down to it everything is about ghosts except ghosts, which are about love
come over and form a strange connection wth me
Morning matcha & my blooming cherry blossoms
Haruka Kawakami
かわかみはるか
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins