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YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art
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Love Begins
todays bird

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Misplaced Lens Cap

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DEAR READER
Stranger Things

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Origami Around

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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this sewing pattern just touched me while i was in the middle of reading it
had a classic poly moment yesterday when my boyfriend invited a date over but lost track of time and didn't check his phone which meant that when I got home from work his date was waiting on our porch and I had to let them into the house
resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
the hottest thing a guy can be is barely conscious on the floor while someone lifts his head up by the hair so that you can see his glazed out eyes and the blood running down his face
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardener”, 1914 Translated by the author from the original Bengali. New York: The Macmillan Company.
It is an hundred years hence now. Go open your doors.
When I get blood samples at work sometimes they’re still warm from being imminently inside the patient’s veins and my hands are always cold because all the labs Ive work in are in the basement and they keep it kinda cold for whatever reason (and I’m also just a chilly kid).
And I clutch the little warm tubes of blood and feel this sick person warming my hands and I think about how kind you might be and how I wish I could hold your hand and how badly, how really really badly, I want you to get better and stay warm and hold someone’s hand again.
And anyway sometimes it’s better to not think so vividly about the people I’m doing tests for. I’m a good little cog in a vast machine of people all trying to heal and cure, and my cog feels so fucking small sometimes. But I hope the blood I prepare for you helps you breathe better and laugh and wake up feeling well rested.
We’ve never met but you warmed my hands and I want you to know I love you and I’m rooting for you.
god, this is so sweet
I should be allowed into every museum's archives actually
I know this trophy is supposed to represent a triathlon, but it looks like a cyclist award for attacking pedestrians
Dimitri Mellos, Gas station near lake Prespa, northern Greece, 2006
Ravens’ Chorus, Kenojuak Ashevak, 2002
I like ichthyosaurs, they are like if a lizard was also a tuna
𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢
Nine of Wands and Knight of Wands
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