Mikrokosmos

❀◕‿◕❀ personal blog I post whatever, but quality whatever.

[andatsea]

Wanderer wandering.

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[mudanonaito]

[thenighttrain]

it’s crazy how i don’t know what any of you do for school/uni/work? who are you guys outside of tumblr? what do you work as?? 

[utterly-in-like-deactivated2023]

I’m shook at prev tags ur a CHEF?!? Was NOT expecting that tbh-

[kryptonitejelly]

i was legit thinking about this today - what do you guys do (if you are comfortable sharing) - are you in school (if so, what are you studying) ? taking a break? figuring things out? working (if so, what?)

i genuinely want to know (it makes me feel like i know you all that much more)

[deseos-de-la-via-lactea]

source

[bookpdf]

not being productive or relaxing but a secret third thing

[lunarlegend]

(overcome with anxiety)

[yuziyou]

我心里有一簇迎着烈日而生的花，

比一切美酒都要芬芳，

滚烫的馨香淹没过稻草人的胸膛，

草扎的精神，从此万寿无疆。 ♢

In my heart, a cluster of flowers lifts their faces to the burning sun, More sweet-smelling than all fine wines. The boiling fragrance has engulfed the scarecrow’s chest, The straw spirt henceforth enjoying boundless longevity. ♡

[anicream]

forget me not, for I am you

[cosmicpoetry]

the hypocrisy of weebs and their reactions to a female antagonist verses a male antagonist... i am looking at you all [judgmentally]

[elclastar]

mob..

[arirna]

Mob Psycho 100 III - Episode 1 Eye Catchers

[beif0ngs]

Ekubo was a friend…

[arsantiquis]

From Balestrand at the Sognefjord (detail), by Thomas Fearnley.

[meltesh28]

our only hope

[soracities]

Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop

[Text ID: “October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”]

[soft-lovely]

the art of book covers

[mifunebooty]

Human love is the union of two beings subject to time and its accidents: change, sickness, death. Although it does not save us from time, it opens it a crack, so that in a flash love’s contradictory nature is manifest: that vivacity which endlessly destroys itself and is reborn, which is always both now and never. Therefore all love, even the most blissful, is tragic.

Octavio Paz, The Double Flame

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

(Ecco, 1996)

[cosmicpoetry]

somehow tumblr is always involved during every major world event