It's dark around me now
And cigarettes are fine
I wonder if you think
About me like I do
Of you at night
And who will write the hits
With Bowie back on Earth?
It's in the way
It's in the way
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
NASA
Sweet Seals For You, Always
will byers stan first human second
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One Nice Bug Per Day
The Stonewall Inn
Show & Tell

Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
d e v o n

bliss lane
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we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
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EXPECTATIONS

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Claire Keane

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It's dark around me now
And cigarettes are fine
I wonder if you think
About me like I do
Of you at night
And who will write the hits
With Bowie back on Earth?
It's in the way
It's in the way
Prague Castle and Blood Moon
“Every creature was designed to serve a purpose. Learn from animals for they are there to teach you the way of life. There is a wealth of knowledge that is openly accessible in nature. Our ancestors knew this and embraced the natural cures found in the bosoms of the earth. Their classroom was nature. They studied the lessons to be learned from animals. Much of human behavior can be explained by watching the wild beasts around us. They are constantly teaching us things about ourselves and the way of the universe, but most people are too blind to watch and listen.”
Suzy Kassem
𝕽𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍, 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖊, early 1980s
the end of an era
Medium Marthe Beraud Spews Ectoplasm, 1910
https://www.instagram.com/___eudy/
idk
All of my joy, hope, and desire has been wholly depleted. I sleepwalk eternally yearning for an existence without misery, without confusion and without absolute loneliness, a pristine delusion forever unobtainable.
Vent Mountain, 1930
Aniakchak National Monument & Preserve
Bernard R. Hubbard
I was unknowingly gazing at a warlock, a dark sorcerer that would enthrall my heart from that day on. Regrettably, I can see a familiar pattern. I recall regularly demanding attentiveness from you, as if weeping over my life was the only way to make you notice me. In delusion, I clinged to the prospect that dressing each others wounds could lead to something amorous. I'm frequently finding myself wailing about my life to him, motivating him to further distance himself from me in a continual self destructive spiral of shit. I guess history repeats itself because
i poured two cups of water