Midnight Treat (x)
I keep re-blogging this because I need that song in my life.
almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON

Product Placement
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
NASA

#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space šø

Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER
Keni

pixel skylines
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes

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@kthemarsian
Midnight Treat (x)
I keep re-blogging this because I need that song in my life.
PEDRO PASCAL The Materialists, dir. Celine Song (2025)
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from The Sleepwalker
[Text ID: "I adore you, but I hate you, too! You're a prison smothered in flowers, I've never more eager to leave a place behind. I can't stand this enchantment anymore, I can't stand being bewitched like this-- when I look at you, my gaze turns to nothing but a mirror of light, I'll stare at you hypnotized for ages, and when I stop seeing you I'll feel you, and when I stop feeling you I'll die."]
keisot_ ~ tŹÉ ĘØqÉÉÉ ĘØŹÉ lÉŹt dÉŹinb
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āWe are not transparent to ourselves. We have intuitions, suspicions, hunches, vague musings, and strangely mixed emotions, all of which resist simple definition. We have moods, but we donāt really know them. Then, from time to time, we encounter works of art that seem to latch on to something we have felt but never recognized clearly before. Alexander Pope identified a central function of poetry as taking thoughts we experience half-formed and giving them clear expression: āwhat was often thought, but neāer so well expressed.ā In other words, a fugitive and elusive part of our own thinking, our own experience, is taken up, edited, and returned to us better than it was before, so that we feel, at last, that we know ourselves more clearly.āĀ
ā Alain de Botton, Art as Therapy [exhaled-spirals]
credit
Reblogging because everyone deserves to know the creator of this masterpiece
(The piece is called Master's Blessing btw)
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
iām starting a collection
the collection grows!!!!!
Donāt forget this one.
The Eternal Idol, Auguste Rodin
Malice is mad at vertical me (made her try churu: awful. Brushed out knot: horrendous. Introduced Baby Jane: the worst. Carried her out of guest room: heinous) to the point where she's started mowmowmoww'ing at me if I try to touch her. Not atypical; she does complain a lot.
But horizontal me is a whole different story. horizontal me has done no wrong ever in my life and must be kneaded with purring the second I lay down for cuddle time. No grudges for horizontal me
Vertical me has taken Malice out to Herb Thunderdome and is therefore forgiven
Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: āDear Lifeā
I love funky wildlife services. I aspire to be as funky and know as much about wildlife
"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen