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Fai_Ryy
Stranger Things
$LAYYYTER
Jules of Nature
The Bowery Presents
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Origami Around
we're not kids anymore.

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola

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JVL
Show & Tell

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@ithilalva
(by Tara-mae Miller)
by watarase
“Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
Jessica Olm
“As if the clay you were made of, was kneaded with rose water وكأن طينك الذي خلقت منه ، مجبول بماء الورد”
— Rami al-Tobasi (via perfumeoils)
I feel like my life is liquefying around me. Like I’m all back to the drawing board, and trying to build rituals, habits, and rules of kinship all over again. It's a giddy feeling. This here is among my favourite stabilising rituals at the moment.