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Origami Around
Sade Olutola
Noah Kahan
Claire Keane
Cosimo Galluzzi
we're not kids anymore.
Misplaced Lens Cap
RMH
Show & Tell

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

shark vs the universe
Stranger Things
Xuebing Du

PR's Tumblrdome
YOU ARE THE REASON

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The Stonewall Inn

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Endogenous Entheogen
Trivial Travesty
Seed #1
Others have
Some do not
Unimportant
Form of thought
We can meet
Here or there
Within us
Spirit shares
Marbles
Spectrum in spectrum reflecting another's spectrum. Bouncing around like clear marbles in a wave pool. Dancing and tossing. Lifting and raising. Revealing only what we are focusing locally. This, to me. Could be what we are.
Evaluated Vestment
Vivacious Vividty
Vigorously Vacant
Into
I am falling into you and you, into me. We have never been so close. Yet, we will never be so far apart, again.
Still
Learn to gain knowledge. Refine knowledge to gather wisdom. Be creative. Avoid reactive undercurrents.
Contrary
Dancing lightly near the source of illumination, he strayed, gracefully onward. Inciting pleas, do this or do that. He was listening to them, but not as much as he was listening inwardly. The spirits called to him “You are enough.” He took that as an opening to do more, assuming that more of enough is positive. Instead, more of enough turned contrivant.
Walk
The supple earth and grass beneath my feet as I stride, slowly, without direction. Remnants of a sweet flowery fragrance wafting, gently pressed into the air. Beauty is a fixture there, Permeating the senses. Softening the core of being. Handling the self as to gesture toward a better life. Forgiving past transgression, humbly, with an unimaginable amount of poise. As to say “Live in this moment. For it is great.” All that time spent worrying and plotting dissolves as surrender is near.