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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Jules of Nature
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Three Goblin Art

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blake kathryn
KIROKAZE
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Game of Thrones Daily
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Kaledo Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Cosimo Galluzzi
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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@iunearthlyy
London. jun, 26.
Linda sormin…
warmth in my palms
"warm summer nights" (2008), daniel chadwell
via flickr
now that it’s warm out i can make iced tea and blast stevie wonder’s talking book.
Andanças por Botafogo, um par de anos atrás.
Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.
(Fotos: Ricardo C.)
originally uploaded to Flickr by Thomas Hawk
original source
The Watermelon Woman (1996)
Josef Váchal
Noc (Night), 1907/1909
Oil on wood.
Via Internet Archive.
Jan Reich (Czech | 1942 - 2009)
Les Tuileries, Paris 1969
Raoul Auger
Any fragrance with a strong bergamot note… give it to me mama
One of my favorite golden hour moments I’ve ever caught on camera. A great 13 seconds of calm and relaxation that I love coming back to
‘I miss your body, its magnificent pleasures, its long vibrations like mine … The sound of water when you were getting ready … The outline of your legs on the bedspread follows like a dream path … I miss having boutonnieres to send you, cigarettes to bring you, pocket money to lend you … I miss the evenings when you were drunk, and I helped you undress … Your demands and your kind words, all the more charming for being full of mistakes! … I miss every morning when I arrived before you awoke … I peeked in the door and saw your curly head on the pillow, your body nestled beneath the sheets … You awoke so softly, nothing hurried you, you murmured a few unintelligible words, a few syllables of a dream … ’
— Natalie Clifford Barney, Women Lovers, or the Third Woman, originally written in 1926, translated by Chelsea Ray