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Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

tannertan36
we're not kids anymore.

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Discoholic 🪩
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NASA

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Kaledo Art

pixel skylines
Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Not today Justin

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@hamartiade
Odyssey
based on this poll
the world's drunk in a swirling glass
Rina Sawayama photographed by Phoebe Fox
jessie ann foley, you know i’m no good / david wojnarowicz, the half-life / richard siken, birds hover the trampled field / laurie halse anderson, wintergirls / richard siken, dirty valentine / pauline albanese, closed doors
— Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors and Peter Paul Rubens, The Rape of Proserpina // Charles-Antoine Coypel, The Rape of Persephone // Samuel Masse,The Rape of Proserpina // Joseph Heintz the Elder, The Rape of Proserpina
— Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors
Nazim Hikmet, trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk
Palestinian families huddle Tuesday, May 25th 2021, during a candlelight vigil, which condemned the killing of children and civilians, over the rubble of homes destroyed by an Israeli military strike in Gaza City. Photo by Marcus Yam
white roses in the yard of our new home 🤍
teal and orange truly is the greatest color combo in the world. like name one better combo
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there are, on this planet alone, something like two million naturally occurring sweet things, some with names so gorgeous as to kick the steel from my knees: agave, persimmon, stick ball, the purple okra I bought for two bucks at the market. Think of that. The long night, the skeleton in the mirror, the man behind me on the bus taking notes, yeah, yeah. But look; my niece is running through a field calling my name. My neighbor sings like an angel and at the end of my block is a basketball court. I remember. My color’s green. I’m spring.
Ross Gay, excerpt of “Sorrow Is Not My Name”, in Bringing the Shovel Down (via antigonick)
You’re overthinking again, Annabeth