“I am living / at the centre / of a wound still fresh.”
— Octavio Paz, “Dawn,” The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz
almost home
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Andulka
macklin celebrini has autism

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Kaledo Art
Monterey Bay Aquarium
cherry valley forever

#extradirty
NASA
Show & Tell

Origami Around

shark vs the universe

Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.
KIROKAZE

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@closertofound
“I am living / at the centre / of a wound still fresh.”
— Octavio Paz, “Dawn,” The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz
When something is for you, it will not run or hide, or avoid being yours.
The universe works through patience. ✨
when people say my name im like. cant believe i exist
I wish people understood I’m not changing topic on purpose. A New Thought™ pops up and must be discussed immediately. The Old Thought™ has ceased to exist.
The autistic/ADHD/ND instinct to talk about The Thought™️ right away before it flutters away on the breeze, never to be seen or heard from again.
wish my life was like a 90’s movie where all my friends work in record stores and bookshops and coffee shops and we see really cool bands in small little clubs and get breakfast together and like hang out on roofs and shit
oh buddy it’s only monday monday
me trying to decipher the half deleted internet fight
LOVE 💙💙💙
the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it’s so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there’s a constant ghostly record of each generation’s thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there’s always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard
You are right but holy jesus mother of fuck
was just Remembering how you’d be out with a friend and you’d each order a different cocktail and you’d ask “what’d you get?” and they’d read the description off the menu and you’d be like “ooh that sounds good” and then they’d say “try it!” and then you’d have a lil sip of their drink and they’d have a lil sip of your drink and you’d decide which one was best and you wouldn’t give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection
Hot take, but if you see your baby struggle through five hours of homework and then you get pissy because they drag their feet about doing chores? You need to reevaluate.
Like I’m not saying kids shouldn’t be taught responsibility and shown how to keep their house clean. I’m just saying maybe children get tired and frustrated too. Like. Your teenager doesn’t have an “attitude”. She’s just had 7 hours of school and then came home to do 5 more hours. Then, her parents implied she was lazy because she hadn’t gotten around to doing the laundry. I’d snap at you too.
PREACH.