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she's just like me fr
I've missed spring's vibrant green
does anyone else have a deep underlying sadness that never truly goes away and probably never will or is that just me haha
sometimes moses isn't a cool religious figure. sometimes he's a scraggly guy who washes up in a storm
This place would make a great hideaway from the world🌲 By he.feels.forest
veronica
what do i do when my little brother recreates an ark.
Depends! Are you planning to build an Ark? If so his labor can be put to use. ˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚🫧
he's 9 and just collecting wild animals idk what to do
day 4 of the storm
My heart goes out to you and your family. 💔🙏
Have you thought about building an Ark? It would be very helpful.
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my little brother is handcuffed to a tree. in the storm.
The air is not a random bunch of gases simply drawn to earth by the earth's gravity, but an elixir generated by the soils, the oceans, and the numberless organisms that inhabit this world, each creature exchanging certain ingredients for others as it inhales and exhales, drinking the sunlight with our leaves or filtering the water with our gills, all of us contributing to the composition of this phantasmagoric brew, circulating it steadily between us and nourishing ourselves on its magic, generating ourselves from its substance. It is as endemic to the earth as the sandstone beneath my boots. Perhaps we should add the letter i to our planet's name, and call it "Eairth," in order to remind ourselves that the "air" is entirely a part of the earth, and the i, the I or self, is wholly immersed in that fluid element.
David Abram, Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology
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good morning to women with big, beautiful brown eyes. the rest of you..close your eyes forever.
D. H. Lawrence, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence