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Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
ojovivo
NASA
official daine visual archive
Not today Justin

pixel skylines
Fai_Ryy
will byers stan first human second
Mike Driver
Cosimo Galluzzi
art blog(derogatory)
Xuebing Du
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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almost home
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@holla-diewaldfee
if you’re on tumblr and over the age of 24 it means the mental illness won
i cancel plans to spend time with me
the floor is a shelf for everything
Big Sur
two girls kissing in the tub (2020)
alley cat gives unsolicited advice
Me in job interviews
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
Maybe you’ll never love someone more than you loved your second grade best friend, but there is something so hopeful and human about how we keep trying.
It’s like you go to their house and it’s so different from yours and you think “how can this possibly be?” And you go home and you just want to call them? And you don’t have problems yet, or at least you don’t understand life in that way, so your call is all about your interests and things you enjoy. and one day, you look back on it and you haven’t spoken in two decades, but you realize they were the first person you chose to love and maybe it didn’t end badly, but somehow that’s worse? Like you could outgrow something that fundamentally changed you. So you look them up on Facebook or Instagram and you see they seem happy and they’re getting married and you think “I hope you’ve had a good life” but what you really mean is that you’re thankful they started yours.
But you also realize that it’s like…you trust people who watched Power Rangers when they were a kid a little more than you would anyone else. And you still tend to eat cake with a spoon instead of a fork. And you realize “they left a mark on me! It still lingers! There is something left from when we were friends!” And you look for that simple, but honest type of love in every corner of your life and you don’t always find it, and it’ll never be quite the same and there’s probably always an ache when you play mandala or pass a swing set, but you also feel like you can get it back. Because it existed once! You can still find it! And I say, try to find it always, because even if you only find pieces, what a glorious piece. What a beautiful thing to search for.
literally everybody who has ever been kind to me has made me kinder in return