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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Monterey Bay Aquarium
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
dirt enthusiast
NASA

JVL
taylor price
AnasAbdin
DEAR READER
art blog(derogatory)
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Discoholic 🪩
wallacepolsom

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@lost-cowboy
And so it begins the last chapter
The last school term of my life
rest my chemistry // interpol.
Grave of the Fireflies | Isao Takahata | 1988
Isao Takahata, 1935-2018.
R.I.P. Isao Takahata ( October 29, 1935 – April 5, 2018)
“Anything can happen in life, especially nothing.”
— Michel Houellebecq, Platform (via quotespile)
The Breakfast Club (1985)
“We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.”
The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes
Simple Minds | Don’t You (Forget About Me)
What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it. Gabriel García Márquez (1927-2014)
“Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave [Macondo], that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”
— Gabriel García Márquez, on the passage of time. 100 Years of Solitude.
“There is always something left to love.”
— Gabriel García Márquez, 100 Years of Solitude