Shibuya - Tokyo, Japan

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Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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cherry valley forever
Today's Document
hello vonnie
trying on a metaphor
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Mike Driver
sheepfilms

shark vs the universe
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Shibuya - Tokyo, Japan
(via DrMassicotte)
Appreciate the good art. It comes from the heart.
gifted to his parents by suprise. wholesome.
“Los Angeles love kinda like Hussle and Boog.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
“My son was crazy about a woman. He spent a bunch of money on her. He even asked her to marry him. But she didn’t want him and it drove him mad. He stopped going to work. His clothes became ripped and his beard grew long. He looked like someone you’d see in the street. His personality changed too. He grew aggressive. He thought everyone was trying to fight him. It broke my heart. It felt like my son was slipping away. He was only thirty and had given up on the world. Everyone told me he was cursed. I tried everything. I prayed to God. I went to mosques. I went to spiritual advisors. I gave money to psychics, but nothing worked. Then one day I was sitting in this very spot, and a doctor stopped to visit. He asked me what was wrong. I told him everything, and he asked to see my son. I’ll never forget that day. That man is the reason for everything good in my life. He brought my son back to me. My son is taking medicine now. He’s working. He’s shaved. He’s laughing again. I still believe that God is the one who healed him. But thank God for good doctors.” (Cairo, Egypt)
“But thank God for good doctors”