On Shore Of Space by aerroscape
‘Recently we’ve waded a little way out, perhaps ankle deep, and the water seems inviting’ ~ Carl Sagan
ojovivo
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Peter Solarz
Not today Justin
Misplaced Lens Cap
YOU ARE THE REASON

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blake kathryn

Discoholic 🪩

Product Placement

Origami Around

ellievsbear

pixel skylines

@theartofmadeline
we're not kids anymore.
AnasAbdin
occasionally subtle
sheepfilms
will byers stan first human second
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@eronfasserblog
On Shore Of Space by aerroscape
‘Recently we’ve waded a little way out, perhaps ankle deep, and the water seems inviting’ ~ Carl Sagan
commission for @ionlands’ new game!
game link: here
“Financial District” by Ralph Damiani
Blade runner-esque 👌
By Sakimori
Just wow!
a painting to summon the winter spirits after this overly long, way-too-hot summer :)
The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
red eye flight
A lonely flight with a few hundred souls traveling across this little terraquious globe called earth....
commission for @enlasmontanas and @sunnybeam
Speechless. Would live there in a heartbeat. Could this be heaven on earth?
a fantasy
Sheer unadulterated bliss!
Subjunctive Sadness, Modal Melancholy
This is without doubt, and in no uncertain terms, the saddest and most poignant thing I have ever read.
Artists
To be an artist is to be on a constant search for answers for ourselves while unearthing the universe’s lost words nameless colors and undiscovered music from within ourselves and share it with the world quietly hoping that someone in the passing crowd will find us and hear our words fall in love with our colors and listen to the music in our art to show us to tell us there’s a place for us in this life and that our art has made a difference.
- altheam.poet
- poem made for me mushpotaeto
Missing the person who you want to be with you more than ever....
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Some people you meet in life have eternal fields of flowers...
Yesod by PeteMohrbacher
Simply Exquisite!
A Year
It’s been a year since we last spoke. I wish I could tell you what my silence really means.
#year #silence #regret #love
The unsaid
If only you knew the number of times I have typed “I miss you...” but had to stop myself from hitting send.
… you going to eat those pinecones?
Hahaha! Sometimes I get into these existential rants myself...much to the dismay of those in my immediate vicinity!
It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear (via wordsnquotes)
This man is such an amazing writer. Gives me goosebumps!
serendipity
YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!