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Welcome to my blog! I go by Ixuna, or Vel! Tell me if you need stuff tagged, askbox is always open, I’ll always respond etc etc

#Vel yells

pollen

what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else

solardrake

which one of you is hovering your crosshair over me i can f⊹ucking feel it on me

melanshi

nope-nora

#the poet spoke like poetry

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divinavulpes

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Zankyou no Terror OST - Track 13 - is (feat POP ETC) by Yoko Kanno

lyrics:

someone tell me how I got here from the city to this frontier all the noises join to make harmony I was stranded on an island where I roam without direction is that the wind lifting me up? spirits flying at the speed of light travelling like a dream one night this hole in my heart is proof of life life goes on and the people sing their song love and hate together they can make harmony plunging back into the darkness it's not pain, it's just uncertainty I know my heart's missing a piece but it still beats

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Summer thunderstorm - Paintings by Renato Muccillo

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Early 2000's architecture of Hong Kong. Photographer: Michael Wolf

weltenwellen

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

anditslove

Andrea Gibson, Birthday

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Fata Morgana

A superior mirage caused by warm air resting on patches of colder air in an atmospheric duct that acts like a refracting lens. Objects on the horizon could appear to be mirrored, distorted, or float. This form of mirage could be the reason for the Flying Dutchman Legend.

learnelle

(2/30) Pictures of my study spaces ! Normally I study from a library or at work in between tasks, but recently I made my desk higher (with a bunch of books lol) so I’m hoping to do a lot more study from home 📚✨

highabovethecloudssomewhere

A couple years ago, I was staying with a friend for New Year’s and we’d decided to drive down to this adorable strip of locally-owned small business shops and check them out. The bakery was particularly crowded and since I wasn’t planning to buy anything, I waited outside. It’d been snowing, and since moving I’d picked up a “Californian-experiences-true-midwest-winter-for-the-first-time” habit of making at least one (1) tiny snowman every opportunity I get

so I built a little snowman on one of the small tables on this strip.

after about three minutes of cramming ice together, I hear, “Do you want espresso beans for the eyes?” and I turn around and there’s this gal leaning precariously far out the window of her coffee shop, surrounded by her coworkers, holding out her hand and said espresso beans.

I think of those strangers often. just the thought of them all looking out the window to see this random stranger on the corner in the snow building a tiny snowman and deciding to join in, make it special for no other reason than that they wanted to. people are so, so precious and I’m never going to forget that moment.

cherryflavoredbutch

oh fuck *falls back into old habits* *screen fades to black* *level loading* TIP: your belief that you are incapable of changing for the better will become a self fulfilling prophecy if left unchallenged

momo-de-avis

I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys

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