YOU ARE THE REASON
almost home
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NASA
roma★
taylor price
occasionally subtle
RMH
Peter Solarz
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Not today Justin
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hello vonnie
tumblr dot com
trying on a metaphor
Kaledo Art
oozey mess
styofa doing anything
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@mixxtapee
The Sandman is being review bombed on rotten tomatoes by you guessed it, racists, transphobes and homophobes and of course nobody is doing anything to moderate it
You can tell they’ve never read the comics and know nothing about them by the way they keep crying forced diversity and too many gays
If people who have actually seen it want to review it at IMDB and Rotten Tomatoes and Google, I'd be dead grateful.
Beatrix Potter: Nature’s Lessons
BROOKLYN NINE-NINE 8.06 “The Set Up”
“Think you’re the only ones who dream of better things? Of adventure? You’ve got your reasons, and I’ve got mine. Let’s not make it personal, okay? It’s just business.”
CHEL the road to el dorado (2000)
september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.
The Shape of Water (2017) + letterboxd reviews (insp.)
It’s going to rain soon, close clouds bloated above us, the air like a net about to release all the caught fishes, a storm siren in the distance. I know you don’t always understand, but let me point to the first wet drops landing on the stones, the noise like fingers drumming the skin. I can’t help it. I will never get over making everything such a big deal.
—Ada Limón, from “The Last Thing,” The Carrying (Milkweed Editions, 2018)
Night Walk
by Franz Wright
The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper— finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.
“And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”
— Franz Wright, “Night Walk” (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
when all of this is over, will you join me on a picnic?
😂❤️⭐️
One of the most warmly human things I’ve ever seen was an old parchment from the Irish middle ages, the scribe’s cat had walked across the page and left inky pawprints on the page.
FOUND IT!!!
Oh, here’s another:
It would appear that Asian scribes were also plagued by feline predations:
