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will byers stan first human second
Jules of Nature
Cosmic Funnies
Misplaced Lens Cap
Not today Justin
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todays bird
if i look back, i am lost
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
hello vonnie
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@marth-ista
Literally no one (but the stupidest evangelicals) want the piece of shit drugdealer ex president Trump "pardoned" back to Honduras.
And your piece of shit "leaders" got such a hold on our church and state that they will probably let him free here (which he legally absolutely shouldn't)
Don't have much to say but everything you think about latino "violence", "corruption", "homophobia", "misoginy" is orchestrated by USA backed campaigns.
YES! Not everyone has to see all of you. Some of you is meant for you and you alone.
Night Creature by Brazilian artist Daniel Arthur
Night Creature by Brazilian artist Daniel Arthur
Suvemaastik, 1936 Lilly Walther
butterfly.minmin
Ashley Williams Fall 2026 RTW
do we think someday im gonna become one of those it gets better people or am i one of the unfortunate ones
the evening light feels different here.
— Georgia O'Keeffe, from a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O'Keeffe: Art and Letters (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
we all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss.
my kink is when people tell me they were thinking about me
Layered cliffs under clear sky by qing ying
“In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass — but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.”
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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