“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
— Anaïs Nin
Today's Document
The Bowery Presents
almost home
noise dept.
cherry valley forever
Mike Driver
taylor price

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
YOU ARE THE REASON
d e v o n

if i look back, i am lost

Kiana Khansmith

PR's Tumblrdome
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TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr

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oozey mess

Product Placement
seen from Iraq
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seen from Chile

seen from United States
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seen from Germany

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seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
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seen from Ukraine

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@darkened-youth
“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
— Anaïs Nin
opening up to people is a scam lol don’t do it
““I can’t remember the last time someone commented on my sunny disposition. That doesn’t mean I haven’t tried to juice the sun for every holy drop.” - Andrea Gibson, from Lord of the Butterflies”
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Riding the One-Eyed Ford, ‘Booze ‘N’ Loozing Blues,’ Diane Burns
“I’d be his, if he asked.”
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Practising screenprinting, 2016
“There’s that thing that can happen to you when you meet somebody and you don’t consider them extraordinary at all and then they do something like play the cello or write amazing poetry or sing and suddenly you look at them completely differently.”
— Yvonne Prinz
DORO NOVAK
would you collect rocks with me. be honest
*looks out my window and sees the moon* hi baby
are you okay
is anyone
Do you ever think about how supermarkets have no clear indicator of time passing visually? Like if u go into a supermarket in the morning or midnight it would look the same, same harsh white lighting. Time isn’t real. Nothing is real. Avocados are half off
Details, version II : The Dying Gladiator, 1799, by Pierre Julien. (Which is a statue, if you didn’t notice, and that would be easy to understand why.)