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i don't do bad sauce passes
wallacepolsom
will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
AnasAbdin
Keni

Product Placement

shark vs the universe
Peter Solarz
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cherry valley forever
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

blake kathryn

titsay
Monterey Bay Aquarium
we're not kids anymore.

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“From Palestine to the Phillipiness…Stop the US war machine” seen in Mexico City
New York City, 1970s
Some beautiful shots I got of some domestic mallards who live at the pond
⊹ 𖦹 Inter-Connected Parallels 𖦹 ⊹
Vanity - Tony Gibbons
texas
I couldn’t reboot it for some reason
A little mushroom finds a puddle 🍄💧
*listens to an album for the first time and enters a new era in my life*
This gives me chills. The fact that something so simple can be such a poignant placemarker in life. The fact that this first listen will tuck itself away in your memory and that the 87th listen will draw memories out of that safe place your brain is keeping especially for that album. What a gorgeous little treasure to share only between you and your younger self.
…that was some real shit you just said
Just a New York Poem by Nikki Giovanni
i wanted to take your hand and run with you together toward ourselves down the street to your street i wanted to laugh aloud and skip the notes past the marquee advertising “women in love” past the record shop with “The Spirit In The Dark” past the smoke shop past the park and no parking today signs past the people watching me in my blue velvet and i don’t remember what you wore but only that i didn’t want anything to be wearing you i wanted to give myself to the cyclone that is your arms and let you in the eye of my hurricane and know the calm before
and some fall evening after the cocktails and the very expensive and very bad steak served with day-old baked potatoes after the second cup of coffee taken while listening to the rejected violin player maybe some fall evening when the taxis have passed you by and that light sort of rain that occasionally falls in new york begins you’ll take a thought and laugh aloud the notes carrying all the way over to me and we’ll run again together toward each other yes?