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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Phantogram Three
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
official daine visual archive
cherry valley forever
EXPECTATIONS
NASA
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KIROKAZE
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin
Cosimo Galluzzi

Origami Around

ellievsbear
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Game of Thrones Daily

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Elena Helfrecht
The Origin of Touch (Teri’s Hands)
witches in old fairytales had the right idea. living alone, unmarried, in the middle of the woods, and if a hero stumbled across their cottage they’re like “maybe I’ll give you a magical token to help you out. maybe I’ll fuck up your entire life. depends :)”
Haikou et nature (by Melcannac)
The door is attached to the biggest tree in Japan. by Masanao Kimura / 500px
Shelves and Cabinets // Selah Wood Shop
by Kyle Bonallo (ig: @kylebonallo)
The effect of tiny iron filings dropped into a flame. Book of riddles and five hundred home amusements. 1863.
“Apricot Sprites” found in the cross sections of a fruit tree by Daniel
Charles Doudelet – Illustration for Douze Chansons by Maurice Maeterlinck. 1896
Anita Austvika
lena_fox_art
“Nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.”
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“Her Holiness Wrinkled Moonbeam tending to her dainty toes” ~Mimmi Strinnholm