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Keni
Discoholic 🪩
PR's Tumblrdome
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#extradirty
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@cherubintraining
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.
Franz Kafka, in a diary entry dated 19 June 1916, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923
snoopy of the day
June: starting a new journal, finding hidden art nouveau buildings, strawberries & homemade whipped cream, growing my own herbs, reading every evening, embroidered cotton blouses & straw bags, Marseille soap, natural hair, long silky nightgowns in sorbet colors, café au lait and brioche for breakfast, exploring secret gardens, dark natural wood, flushed cheeks, wearing a headscarf, getting lost in new cities.
Moritz Hacker Art Nouveau Fairy Lamp, Austria. Early 20th Century.
Morning sunlight streaming through open windows. Bare feet on warm stone. Iced coffee outdoors. The scent of roses, lavender, and freshly watered earth. A hum of bees in the garden. Floaty dresses, wide-brimmed hats, suncream on golden skin and freckled cheeks. Little mouths covered in ice cream. Lunches that stretch into afternoons. Tomatoes still warm from the vine. Peaches eaten over the sink. Ice cold rose in sweating glasses. Feet in the water. Fairground rides. Books in the dappled shade of an old tree. Evening swims that leave your hair tangled. The clink of ice in a jug. Plates on grass, laughter echoing late into golden evenings. Everything softens - the light, the air, the pace.
ray bradbury
& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!
not all angels are in heaven. for example i’m mostly at home
‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’
Words by Clementine Von Radics
Chiltern Hills, England by Will Blakey Milner
the morning sun blessed me with it’s soft shadows 🌤
ig: iced.coffee
'People are panicking about AI tools the same way they did when the calculator was invented, stop worrying' cannot stress enough the calculator did not forcibly pervade every aspect of our lives, has such a low error rate it's a statistical anomaly when it does happen, isn't built on mass plagiarism, and does not obliterate the fucking environment when you use it. Be so fucking serious right now
i'm sorry i don't know what came inside me. came into me. came over me. sorry.
a printer error is an attempt from god to get you to kill yourself but you must be stronger and you must must must beat the printer to death with a large object like object
