Illustration of the Great Comet of 1577, from the book Tarcuma-I Cifr al-Cami by Mohammed b. Kamaladdin, 16th century AD.
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosimo Galluzzi

oozey mess
trying on a metaphor

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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cherry valley forever

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Not today Justin
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Illustration of the Great Comet of 1577, from the book Tarcuma-I Cifr al-Cami by Mohammed b. Kamaladdin, 16th century AD.
i mean this completely seriously but… a cup of coffee can save your life a little, a shower can save your life a little, making your favorite meal can save your life a little…….little things actually add up to really big things in the long run if you let them, the secret to surviving everyday is infusing a little bit of magic into the mundane i truly believe that
“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”
— Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via tellmefive)
Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights originally published c. 1847
When Emily Brontë wrote, “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
oh again, another!
Emily Bronte 's "Wuthering Heights" illustrated by Rovina Cai.
Another!
Emily Brontë, from "Wuthering Heights," originally published in 1847
Another post on revisit.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Today, I finished reading Wuthering Heights and have been checking Wuthering Heights posts on Tumblr and found it already had been liked by me! I had liked this post without knowing which characters were represented here some time ago.
Reading books out in nature 🌿
Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies
“Rejection is the reason why people deny their true feelings.”
— Unknown
I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.
If you are wondering who your people are, they are the ones who make your heart feel seen and your nervous system feel calm. Yes, it's that simple.
Yung Pueblo
real music listeners go by vibe, not genre
In her journey of self-improvement, she envisioned her future self and grew tirelessly, embracing every step toward her limitless potential.