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Hello everyoneヽ(. ͜ .)ノ I miss blogging sometimes. Love you.
Crystal palaces for floral kings A well-known waving span of wings Witness the sinking of the sun A deep breath of submission has begun
“Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language.”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief
Luis Xertu (Mexican, b. 1985, Mexico City, Mexico, based Rotterdam, Netherlands) - Two Men on a Branch, 2024, Paintings: Plants, Acrylics on Canvas
just met this animal
The Durutti Column - Sleep Will Come
˚ ٠ ࣪⭑ moth collection. ༉‧₊˚ ٠ ࣪⭑ཐིཋྀ .
Tianhao - The Flame Archivist, 2025 - Oil on canvas
Carrie Fisher photographed as she attends a Giorgio Armani fashion show on September 16, 1980 at the RCA Promenade in New York City - the glasses she is wearing belongs to the actor Peter Weller (RoboCop).
Breathtaking photo of a mountain range with flowers blooming. Somewhere in Russia. Photo by Alex Klekovkin. ..
The Beatles - What You´re Doing
vintage cardboard incense advertisement
Cinema without people: Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977, Steven Spielberg, dir.)
It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) || Bob Dylan
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They’d probably put my head in a guillotine. But it’s alright, Ma ‒ it’s life and life only.