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Kiana Khansmith

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
occasionally subtle
Show & Tell
sheepfilms
Today's Document

Love Begins
todays bird

ellievsbear
official daine visual archive
cherry valley forever

blake kathryn
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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EXPECTATIONS
One Nice Bug Per Day
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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do you guys ever think about dying? ✨
perhaps some will disagree, but i think the world got worse when we changed the colour of the night
this is what i mean
Via @bulbaderp
To be clear, THIS is how nights of the future should be lit
This is bat friendly street lighting, which not only looks sick as fuck but allows bats to pass through without disturbance, as they cannot see red.
orange and especially white lights deter bats and prevent them from reaching feeding grounds at nighttime. Please if you can, write to your local council and encourage red street lights!!!!
My left and right hands right now
calm down man
Poem from The Backwater Sermons by Jay Hulme.
[Image description: A poem titled “Jesus at the Gay Bar”. It reads:
“He’s here in the midst of it-
right at the centre of the dance floor,
robes hitched up to His knees
to make it easy to spin.
At some point in the evening
a boy will touch the hem of His robe
and beg to be healed, beg to be
anything other than this;
and He will reach his arm out,
sweat-damp, and weary from dance.
He’ll cup this boy’s face in His hand
and say,
my beautiful child
there is nothing in this heart of yours
that ever needs to be healed.”
End description.]
[Redrawing of The Hermit tarot card as… The Kermit.]
This is one of those posts that I scrolled past, but then I reconsidered my life choices and came back.
this might be the oldest jpeg I can remember. had this bad boy saved to my computer when I was like 10
Hungarian swords, 14th century, at the Topkapi Palace Museum in Istanbul. The middle sword is 8ft long
you fucking suck at burger
im losing my mind….shes jus a lil baby…
She’s oiling!
Sea otters have oil glands in their cheeks, and the vigorous rubbing is how they extract the oil, which then forms a layer on top of their fur.
(And yes, she is adorable).
She’s brushing her hair!!!!!
Unbothered
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Watching a tutorial
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