Misplaced Lens Cap
Origami Around
Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
if i look back, i am lost
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@donfontane
i think true ugliness is quite rare like people are usually just unaware how to enhance themselves with grooming or style or like non verbal gravitas and even by repackaging and reformatting beauty’s syntax. but the big head kardashian i always get her name wrong i think it’s khloe. she is truly ugly to me. like let down in every arena she has scaffolded. on a spiritual level too. it’s insane
I came back to this hell site just for this content
“..the June nights are long and warm; the roses flowering; and the garden full of lust and bees..”
— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vanessa Bell c. June 1926
Total Dissatisfaction, E. M. Cioran (translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston)
thank you anais nin
— unknown; the longevity of life and love (via theblob1958)
Crucifix-dagger, cca 1650, Spain
I’m thinking of Beginning it all
Djibouti. Jean du Boisberranger
Katinka Loeser, from "Weeding" in A Thousand Pardons (Atheneum, 1982)
just like donna summer said toot toot beep beep
Palestine, 2006 - ANJA NIEDRINGHAUS
“Myth is not prehistory; it is timeless reality, which repeats itself in history.”
— Ernst Jünger, The Forest Passage
why is it that whenever I am disillusioned with the world I go back to the epic of Gilgamesh
“It is the story of their becoming human together.”
This is it. This is the oldest written literary work that we know of, and it’s a story of becoming human together.
This is a story about love, and it’s a story about death, and we told this story thousands of years ago, THOUSANDS of years. We have always, always, always been wrestling with this profoundly beautiful existence and with knowing one another, while knowing that we all will die and be forgotten.
We become human by loving, but we also become human by knowing death.
And I’m just sitting here touching other human beings, another human experience, from across millennia, feeling a bit more human too through it, and I am trying very hard not to cry.
CUBA. Playa del Este, Santa Maria. 2007. Rene Burri.
babygirl i know folktales from places you dont even know exist
