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Monet's garden ( via )
Theater & Hall BUNKAMURA Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan
Architect: Jean Michel Wilmotte
Guys I don’t think I want the body to keep the score anymore
I just want to remind you that sometimes your life really doesn't begin until you are 26+... Romanticizing and obsessing over our youth is harmful. Growing up is beautiful. Discovering who you are and how you interact with the world is a gift. Maturing and learning what you truly want out of life and living in that purpose brings fulfillment and peace. Your life is not over in your early 20's because you haven't figured it out yet, it's just beginning.
fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.
Marina Abramovic: Lips of Thomas (1975)
thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)
like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it
Also very big! Takes up two stories!
jonimitchellontherun
mb of the day friday august 16, 2024
-Heidi Priebe, As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief
[TEXT ID: The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "LOVE WAS HERE". In the finer print, quietly, "LOVE STILL IS". END ID]
there should be an oscar just for saying something this beautiful and true in a movie
My flesh, my home 🦪 🫧