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official daine visual archive

Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Three Goblin Art
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin

oozey mess
YOU ARE THE REASON
Sade Olutola
macklin celebrini has autism
cherry valley forever
ojovivo
Jules of Nature
RMH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

JVL

Janaina Medeiros

seen from United States
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seen from Palestinian Territories

seen from Kenya
seen from Brazil
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from Argentina

seen from Lithuania

seen from Türkiye

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@foolishnostalgia
Raazi (2018)
The trees: *exist*
Me: nice
The trees: *rustle slightly in the breeze*
Me: nice
Felix Gonzalez-Torres’s Untitled (Perfect Lovers), 1991
[The work] consists of a pair of inexpensive, plain-faced wall clocks, ticking away side by side. The instructions for installation insist that the two be set at exactly the same time, but because of their imprecise mechanisms, it is only a short time before one of the clocks falls a second or two behind the other. “The beauty of the piece is that it is a very perfect image of what a couple is, trying to stay on the same page but never actually being able to,” says Molesworth. (via)
Gonzalez-Torres dedicated the work to his lover Ross Laycock, who died of an AIDS-related illness the same year.
I thought your 20s was supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
(via helainetieu)
Everyone leaves, learn how to survive alone.
(via abdullah-ryf)
*shy but actually a sex freak*
humans are kinda cute we pass stories down generations to instill a sense of wonder in people we’ll never know and we have little bells on our houses to tell each other that we’ve arrived and we shiver when we get cold and we have an endless amount of curiosity and if the night sky is clear our first instinct is to look up at the stars and think about going on big adventures
I want to hug this post
Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?
Sigmund Freud (via a-bsenc-e)