Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Sade Olutola

Origami Around

Kaledo Art

if i look back, i am lost
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
One Nice Bug Per Day

JVL
occasionally subtle
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Three Goblin Art
will byers stan first human second
Xuebing Du

Andulka
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)
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@iridescentunicorn00
“I wish there is Yugoslavia again.”
— kacica3.tumblr.com
“All religions are the same. They all lead to God. God is everybody … The same blood flows through us all, the arms, the legs, the heart, all are the same. See no difference. See all the same.”
— Neem Karoli Baba
lost
“When she smiles, summer becomes a feeling and I begin to forget the rest of the seasons. I am seventeen again and my heart has yet to become a butterfly for I have never kissed the girl with sunflowers on her hair and I’m still learning to believe in happiness. When she smiles, I am reminded of unicorns and rainbows and there’s something wonderful in seeing life that way. I am seduced to optimism whenever she smiles with her eyes and her nose, and her ears until my soul smirks and then smiles as well and I hate her for doing that because that makes me love her. When she smiles, I want to be with her so that she’ll no longer smile alone because a smile spent together makes two hearts grow stronger.”
— juansen dizon, Ode to Melissa’s Smile
via @WeHeartIt
“She was a rainbow, but he was color blind”
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via weheartit
I want to sleep with you. I don’t mean have sex. I mean sleep. Together. Under my blankets. In my bed. With my hand on your chest and your arm around me. With the window cracked so it’s chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just sleepy, blissfully, happy silence.
-unknown
“I love deep talks. Like, hell yeah, tell me about why you’d prefer to talk to your mom rather than your dad. Tell me about your favourite lyrics in the songs you listen to everyday and why they’re your favourite. Tell me about the dog you had when you were growing up and how he was your best friend. Tell me about what kind of books you like to read when you’re alone in your room. Tell me about the things you think about right before you fall asleep. Tell me anything and everything.”
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2 am thoughts
Austin Gros