g is reading 'a cat's brain' she is never beating the catgirl allegations
we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Andulka
Jules of Nature

pixel skylines
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

oozey mess
Cosmic Funnies
NASA

izzy's playlists!
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home

roma★
sheepfilms
seen from Argentina

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Italy

seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from Hong Kong SAR China

seen from Türkiye

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from India

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from Argentina
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@d3molition-lov3rs
g is reading 'a cat's brain' she is never beating the catgirl allegations
g: what happened? why do i feel like i've done this before? what happened?
waiting for my own
(x)
brightened it a little cause it’s dark as hell. 4 of them
EVERY NUN NEEDS A SYNTHI
what if taste and smell were a privilege in battery city? senses dulled as a side effect of the pills you were force-fed, combined with food engineered to all taste the exact same, every single time. no matter the ingredients. homogenized and culture killing. your sense of smell dulled to not pick up on the chemicals allowing their artificial weather changes in the city's controlled atmosphere. flavor in your food is a privilege, a special reward for those born into high society conforming to expectation and pursuit of success by city standards....
imagine escaping the city, coming off the pills. adjusting to blistering sun and dirt and the smell of ozone and hot asphalt. tasting your food, whether dog food in desperate times or meals made with zone-grown vegetables, imported meat saved up for months in advance or spun sugar candy from a zone fair stall. recipes worked on together, passed down, tweaked by tasting as you go. what magic it would be to learn the smell of perfume lingering in the air after someone has already left, the atmospheric smell of a storm on the horizon, the whiff of sulfur after a match is struck. that's what the killjoys are fighting for
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(via ifyoufeelbetter-blog)
{2018} from electric dreams, a series of animated digital collages [found footage (lidiya ishimbayeva & boris nirenburg, {1968} солярис (solaris); vortex), gimp]
6 of Swords
Prints: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/mxmorgan/6-of-swords/
Corps de Ballet dancer in the wings. Paris Opera Ballet.
Photo by Gilles Tapie
Give ‘Em Hell, Kid - My Chemical Romance (my edit, pls don’t remove caption 🖤)
Injected arteries of the thorax. Medical electricity and Röntgen rays. 1910.
Yeah i feel a little poisoned But i keep on rocking
in love with all of these vampires
ph: Steve Rose