I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do.
Edward Everett Hale (via thatkindofwoman)
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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ojovivo

oozey mess

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tannertan36
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

@theartofmadeline
Monterey Bay Aquarium
sheepfilms

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Claire Keane
trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art
i don't do bad sauce passes

JVL
art blog(derogatory)

JBB: An Artblog!

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@krkaufman
I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do.
Edward Everett Hale (via thatkindofwoman)
“Dear Tree, I don’t want to be sad, I just am. The explanation is just too far beyond anything.”
Not queer like gay. Queer like, escaping definition. Queer like some sort of fluidity and limitlessness at once. Queer like a freedom too strange to be conquered. Queer like the fearlessness to imagine what love can look like…and pursue it.
Brandon Wint (via because-i-got-yelled-at)
Over the Moon
Louis C.K.
this is so important (!!)
Sumptuous patterns by Aitch
‘Beginners’, Mike Mills (2010)
We didn’t go to this war. We didn’t have to hide to have sex. Our good fortune allowed us to feel a sadness our parents never had time for.
Both destiny’s kisses and its dope-slaps illustrate an individual person’s basic personal powerlessness over the really meaningful events in his life: i.e. almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of Psst that you usually can’t even hear because you’re in such a rush to or from something important you’ve tried to engineer.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via paradoxicalsentiments)
archimedean ocelot perspective pointers pocket knife
all three tattoos by Pony Reinhardt in Portland, OR ~ IG @freeorgy
Jack in Keegan Allen’s book
bae