Young Adult Protagonist

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ellievsbear
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Not today Justin
Monterey Bay Aquarium
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

shark vs the universe
RMH
cherry valley forever
taylor price

bliss lane

Product Placement
Claire Keane

oozey mess
The Bowery Presents

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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@jackcalavera
Young Adult Protagonist
I didn’t feel like doing the makeup
“Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake.”
— Unknown
Susan Sarandon - 1967
"After all, a society that takes care of its own does not produce children who grow up dreaming of burning it down."
Art by @zakurarain
@onefortherose requested this in our Sebastian tumblr community, so I delivered.
The original:
Love this show 🦋
Day 1156 of posting pictures of rocks that look like elephants.
Source: Blue Car Rental
Day 1165 of posting pictures of elephants.
Source: Asian Elephant Projects
Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
I do not believe there is a more dangerous and destructive force in all the world than hope, but I do not believe there is a more necessary or perfectly beautiful one either.
Tyler Knott Gregson
─ Violet Trefusis
Silence end
I would return to you, if skies unfurled the chartless way- but dim are the lines where oceans lie, and night consumes the day.
She waits beyond the water’s bend, where stars and compass fail- where dream-lit shores in silence end, and faith commands the sail.
I’ve walked where hollowed echoes call, through sanctums worn and wide, where saints in stone, lie cold and still, as memory subsides.