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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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shark vs the universe
Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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YOU ARE THE REASON
NASA
Cosimo Galluzzi
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
will byers stan first human second
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@daughterofnature
Gustave Caillebotte (1848-1894, French) ~ Parterre de marguerites, 1893 ~detail~
[Source: mdig.fr]
The Mirror (1975)
“There are two motives for reading a book; one, that you enjoy it; the other, that you can boast about it.”
— Bertrand Russell, philosopher, b. 18 May 1872
once i read everything on earth then i think ill be prepared to write
What kind of drug are you
like to charge, reblog to cast.
Ōtomo no Yakamochi, from a poem featured in From the country of Eight Islands; an anthology of Japanese Poetry
i. gustav vigeland eros and psyche / auguste rodin ii. triton and nereid, iii. the kiss, vi. eternal idol / iv. miklós ligeti / v. stephen sinding the mennesker
summer
1. make a syllabus for yourself - books, media, places, recipes
2. complete 40% of it
3. eat every fruit u can
my fear of being perceived vs my fear of being forgotten
“Nothing you become will disappoint me; I have no preconception that I'd like to see you be or do. I have no desire to forsee you, only to discover you. Become love, what you are led or impelled to become. You can't disappoint me.”
— Mary Haskell
"You really feel that way?"
"Of course. Want me to rip out my pure heart and show you?"
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
yearning and other degenerate things