Sick, Jody Chan
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Jules of Nature
Cosimo Galluzzi
Misplaced Lens Cap
dirt enthusiast
Stranger Things
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oozey mess
Three Goblin Art
we're not kids anymore.
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Sick, Jody Chan
so many moments in the latest ep that destroyed me emotionally, but this moment destroyed me in a positive way
“There are very few stories about me, little cat. I know my place. i am in other people’s stories. But I do as I will in anyone’s story.
[…]
Your story, it is named after you, even though all you do is to help other people. Many stories of spirits and creatures that give aid to a charming little boy or girl.
Nice, I think, to have one story named after the clever creature that does the helping.”
— Fredrik Backman, Anxious people
[ Text ID: We give those we love nicknames, / because love requires a word that belongs to / us alone. ]
an illustration for my grandmother
d20 neverafter episode 3 mood board
y’all can have some 2014. as a treat
My old person trait is that I think a website should work in a web browser and not try to open an app
Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
[Text ID: “October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”]
e.e. cummings, from ‘to stand(alone) in some’ (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “ to stand(alone)in some autumnal afternoon: breathing a fatal stillness;”]
Details : Sunset over Ischia, 1873, by Ivan Aivazovsky.
During the Impossible Age of Everyone, Ada Limón, from Bright Dead Things (Milkweed Editions, 2015)
[Text ID: 1. There are so many people who’ve come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. Look out the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour. 2. If you walk long enough, your crowded head clears, like how all the cattle run off loudly as you approach. This fence is a good fence, but I doubt my own haywire will hold up to all this blank sky, so open and explicit. I'm like a fence, or a cow, or that word, yonder. 3. There is a slow tractor traffic hollering outside, and I’d like not to be traffic, but the window shaking. Your shoes are piled up with mine, and the heat comes on, makes a simple noise, a dog-yawn. People have done this before, but not us.]
Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón
- Every time -
by Pedro Gabriel
I packed my bag without forgetting my camera and digital video camera. The rain keeps falling from yesterday dotted by lightning, this will not change my decision.
Wind, rain, glass, by Abbas Kiarostami, 2007.
november, 6pm (daylight savings) by adam m.