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NASA
we're not kids anymore.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Kaledo Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

pixel skylines
Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Not today Justin
Three Goblin Art
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Today's Document
$LAYYYTER

Andulka

tannertan36
sheepfilms

Origami Around
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Germany

seen from Singapore

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
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seen from Romania
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seen from Brazil
@encercler
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Ellen Welch Granter
In This Corner of the World ‘この世界の片隅に’ (2018)
i wonder if the echoes of my own thoughts are all i’ll ever know.
if my fingertips will always be floating towards both everything and nothing, never to be met by the graze of another
i am exhausted of myself and my mind
i’m so tired of looking into the eyes of my loved ones and only feeling cold judgment when i know, i know that it can’t be true
their smiles are the most familiar thing to me, the most beautiful thing to me and yet there’s a voice in my head telling me that they don’t give a shit about me, that a million other things in this world are more significant to them than my existence
every day. every day. i’m so exhausted.
i wish i could lay my head down at night without seeing, hearing looped replays of every action, every word that left my lips - did i say too much? did i say too little? did the four words i uttered at 12:04pm make me seem disgusting and ignorant? did i do something wrong? did i do something wrong?
i am so exhausted. exhausted, exhausted.
You swept out of the sheets like a cool spring breeze. The clothes I dreamt you slept in sat at the end of the bed. As if they belonged to a ghost. A lovely ghost made of delicate skin and brittle bones.
“There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don’t yearn to reach out, but because they’ve tried and found no one who cares.”
— Richelle E. Goodrich (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
https://www.instagram.com/p/BV9wUt2jxUz/
fortaleza, 1973
Country Floors’ Decorating With Tiles, Roslyn Siegel, 1989 📚
Salvaged & scanned by @jpegfantasy 🖨️
Citrus trees cover the landscape like fingerprints in Isla Cristina, Spain. The climate in this region is ideal for the growth of this produce with an average temperature of 64 degrees (18° celsius) and a relative humidity between 60% and 80%.
37.241136526°, -7.294464438°
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Dai Bin
“and the smell of the past is everywhere, (…) the smell of too many illusions—”
— Louise Glück, from Sunrise in “A Village Life”