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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Sade Olutola
NASA
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hello vonnie
we're not kids anymore.
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Not today Justin
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Kaledo Art
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Yep. Got that wanderlust bug again
Designsoftheinterior💎
people go but how they leave always stays.
Rupi Kaur (via wordsnquotes)
There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood… And understanding someone else.
Brad Meltzer, The Inner Circle (via love-diaries)
Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.
Ram Dass (via quotemadness)
Working on this
My heart has developed a kind of amnesia, where it remembers everything but itself.
Sabrina Benaim - “what i told the doctor” (via buttonpoetry)
This is for my own good This is better for me This is for my own good This is better for me This is for my own good This is better for me This is better for me This is better for me I am broken record, faulty tape, I am deep gash on vinyl, Permanent scratch on CD, A disc loved beyond repair, Prized possession, Damaged heirloom, By record player groove that drilled in too deep, Worn stylus needling in tattoo ink that spells out tragedy, They transcribed their will into every note And I am forced to play their song, Tune into their frequency, Echo their wavelength, Until all that is heard is Too familiar, like the songs of my childhood, Songs from home, Songs I’ve been taught, And it was already decided for me that Nowhere to be heard in this soundtrack to my life Is a lyric that calls your name, A pitch in your remembrance Or A note that sings of you And the ears of mine that used to find music in everything, Are now suddenly fond of the silence.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently…When you look into infinity, you realize that there are more important things than what people do all day.
Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes (via wordsnquotes)