Saw them play at Winterland c 1977

Love Begins

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Acquired Stardust
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
almost home

@theartofmadeline

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Andulka
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Three Goblin Art
Sade Olutola
Stranger Things
Jules of Nature

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@curlesque
Saw them play at Winterland c 1977
The Dothan Eagle, Alabama, November 23, 1916
Carrie Fisher and Meryl Streep
mood
A Goal And Three Quarters.
He said I wrote about death,
and I didn’t mean to, this was not my intent. I meant to say how I loved the birds, how watching them lift off the branches, hearing their song helps me get through the gray morning. When I wrote about how they crash into the small dark places that only birds can fit through, layers of night sky, pipes through drains, how I’ve seen them splayed across gutters, piles of feathers stuck together by dried blood, how once my car ran over a sparrow, though I swerved, the road was narrow, the bird not quick enough, dragged it under my tire as I drove to forget, bird disappearing part by part, beak, slender feet, fretful, hot, I did not mean to write about death, but rather how when something dies we remember who we love, and we die a little too, we who are still breathing, we who still have the energy to survive. - Kim Dover
Cackling as I delete Skype forever
🙃🙃🙃
Clear, by Joseph Massey
After eight days of rain what isn’t overwritten under sun. These
asphalt cracks pushed further apart. Eight days without
definition: gray walled the room in, and I thought I found a way
to stop thinking—to allow gray to become a sound I couldn’t hum myself out of.
All I heard was a window. A long weed beat unevenly against it.
~My kinda content~
Eartha Kitt. Photographed by Gordon Parks. (1952)
Too much
wow hold on let me get this
Urgent
two pictures of my dog norman sleeping on my bed
your dog norman is more beautiful and elegant than i could ever hope to become. i hope norman is enjoying life as one of the beautiful people.
Carrie Fisher hiding in the trash cans on the backlot of the Star Wars set.
My kind of everything