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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Three Goblin Art
todays bird
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Andulka
NASA
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Claire Keane

if i look back, i am lost
taylor price
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Janaina Medeiros
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Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
ojovivo
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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by tucker
i would like to hold on to everything
Craigslist missed connections really has it all, eh?
this is so rogue but does anyone have the poetry template that went semi-viral on twitter a while back? it was designed for kids but someone gave it to their mother who has dementia and she wrote a really moving poem about her experience.
the minute I posted this I remembered enough of the prompt itself to find it and now I’m trying not to cry at work
on a totally different note is this response from a kid, which is also beautiful and imo no less profound. and shows how the prompt can be interpreted so differently.
TEMPLATE:
My name is ...
Today I feel like ...*
Sometimes I am ...
And sometimes I am ...
But always I am ...
I ask the world, "...
And the answer is ... (repeat * words)
Sacred fruit
Mary Oliver, "From The Book of Time." Devotions
[ID: poem text reading,
"Do you have a question that can't be answered? Do the stars frighten you by their heaviness and their endless number? Does it bother you, that mercy is so difficult to understand?"
/end text.]
All it ever does is rain, Christophe Jarcot
october - louise glück
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931
Source: It is known among the wise
painting murals in an abandoned villa in tuscany, italy
how’s that house that raised you?
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
the biggest saddest eyes in class I exy :((