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The Bowery Presents

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Xuebing Du

Andulka
Monterey Bay Aquarium

izzy's playlists!

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TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Show & Tell
One Nice Bug Per Day

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
YOU ARE THE REASON

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official daine visual archive
Misplaced Lens Cap
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yall.
YALL.
Dusk at Ulster Heights Wetlands by Gerald Berliner
“My father thinks I’m a better man than he is. Unfortunately for you, he’s wrong.”
The joy and struggle I had while reworking this one for the Leatherbound version of Words of Radiance :D It took some wrestling on the studio floor with my good friend and colleague @chintzmann to bring the positioning of hands and arms into something I can look back on and be still happy about it. :D 💕
Sometimes when it isn’t where you want it to be, one can only redraw it… I am glad I did for this one.
The North Sea, by Patrick von Kalckreuth
Selkie commission for birdmoss
Another rainy day by モモ
"It is said that mortal life is empty without the love of God. That the ache of loneliness’s wounds is assuaged by obedience to Him, for in serving God we encounter perfect love and are made whole. But if God is the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, if He is three in one in the Trinity, then God knows nothing of loneliness. God knows nothing of standing with his back to a gray morning, of dropping to his knees in the dust. Of his shoulders slumping beneath the new weight of knowing what it meant not to be alone, and an acute awareness of his chest’s own emptiness. God knows nothing of loneliness, because God has never tasted companionship as mortals do: clinging to one another in darkness so complete and sharp it scrapes flesh from bone, trusting one another even as the Devil’s breath blooms hot on their napes."
— Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda
"I could rationalize this decision away. It was easy, too easy. She was a lost soul who sought help and I gave it, thus was my vocation. I could repeat that sentence like a litany, like a prayer, a meditation of pious deceit, but it still would not change the truth. I was giving in to temptation. Every decision I made that kept me close to her, that offered the opportunity to be close enough to touch her hand or smell her hair, was a sin. I wanted it all the same."
— Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda
[ID: a person in an astronaut suit reclining on a pink floaty, floating in a pond. The pond has lily pads floating in it.
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Florence Welch & John William Waterhouse
thinking about this poem by noor hindi today.
(donate to palestine here)
Title: The Open Sea Artist: William Henry Holmes (American, 1864-1933) Date: 1904 Genre: seascape Medium: watercolor Dimensions: 26 cm (10.2 in) high x 36.1 cm (14.2 in) wide Location: Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC, USA
Bust a move, Ronit Porat (because)
“Babel” by Cildo Meireles (2001)
If you had to sing a child to sleep RIGHT NOW what would you sing and it CANT BE a lullaby it has to be a regular song
Andrew Wyeth; Wind From the Sea 1947