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@marmuse
Florentijn Hofman’s Latest Work is a Gigantic Bunny Gazing Up at the Moon in Taiwan
cats will be like oh you're walking somewhere? no WE'RE walking somewhere. and i will get there first. where is 'there' btw
Who's up watching their boulder roll down again
me when i am the master of my own destiny
Even if you don’t cheat, life cheats you anyways.
Bad Genius (2017) dir. Nattawut Poonpiriya
wish this hadn’t become a meme bc like it’s seriously so insane & true like yeah being seen is excruciating
I Know What You Think of Me by Tim Kreider
AMITA SUMAN Photographed by Daniel Jackont For Schön! Magazine
Elderly garden enthusiasts in raingear take notes in an iris garden in Concord, Massachusetts, 1959. Photograph by M. Williams Woodbridge, National Geographic Creative
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”
Garden of Death, Hugo Simberg
Faces Places (2017) | dir. Agnès Varda, JR
-on childhood
@jupiter-suggestion / @honeytuesday / geloyconcepcion on instagram / @thundersoon / @gaycommunist / little women / @inanotherunivrse / the florida project / seven- taylor swift /boyhood
Ramona Ausubel, How To Be a Writer: The Map Is the Territory
“Today is the winter solstice. The planet tilts just so to its star, lists and holds circling in a fixed tension between veering and longing, and spins helpless, exalted, in and out of that fleet blazing touch. […] I won’t see this year again, not again so innocent; and longing wrapped round my throat like a scarf.”
— Annie Dillard, from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (Harper’s, 1974)
When I Was Done Dying, Dan Deacon
Some of these Night Vale tweets get deep and I love them for that
[ID: A tweet by Night Vale Podcast (twitter handle nightvaleradio). Tweet reads: "Let's just be friends. Let's merely intertwine our lives, serving as support and fellow celebrant through the ups and downs of an entire human lifetime. Only that." End ID]