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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Keni
Today's Document

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
noise dept.

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Noah Kahan

Origami Around
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Xuebing Du

Love Begins

izzy's playlists!
sheepfilms
taylor price
EXPECTATIONS
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art blog(derogatory)
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Sem filtro. Apenas a luz do sol incidindo sobre um majestoso gato.
Cheirinho.
ESTARIA EU VIVENDO O MAIOR SONHO QUE É MEUS DOIS GATOS QUE SÓ BRIGAM DORMINDO NA MESMA CAMA JUNTOS?
Man Carrying Thing by Wallace Stevens The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully. Illustration: A brune figure in winter evening resists Identity. The thing he carries resists The most necessitous sense. Accept them, then, As secondary (parts not quite perceived Of the obvious whole, uncertain particles Of the certain solid, the primary free from doubt, Things floating like the first hundred flakes of snow Out of a storm we must endure all night, Out of a storm of secondary things), A horror of thoughts that suddenly are real. We must endure our thoughts all night, until The bright obvious stands motionless in cold. (Photo by Peter Stackpole. The thing Stevens carries here is The National Book Award which he is about to present to William Faulkner, 1955)
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
David Levithan (via quotemadness)
We look for medicine to be an orderly field of knowledge and procedure. But it is not. It is an imperfect science, an enterprise of constantly changing knowledge, uncertain information, fallible individuals, and at the same time lives on the line. There is science in what we do, yes, but also habit, intuition, and sometimes plain old guessing. The gap between what we know and what we aim for persists. And this gap complicates everything we do.
Atul Gawande, Complications, A surgeon’s notes on an imperfect science (via flyonthewallmedstudent)
i enjoyed this very much, thank you andrew huang.
reblog if you would let them keep their apartment, ignore if you would open your window and destroy the fruits of their labor
joãozinho!
Apresentando: Matte.
I made some Valentine’s Day cards for my music major roommate :) We decided to be each others’ Valentines because boys suck, so we agreed to make something crafty for the other.
Taaa-daaa!!
her name is olive.
não tem problema ser um pouco humano como qualquer outro.