I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us
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I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us
THE FACE January 2001, BEAUTY PORTFOLIO 2001
Devon Aoki by Liz Collins
a 2019 Japanese stamp from a series titled “Gifts From The Forest”
[id: a single postage stamp with many small illustrations of mushrooms and other fungi in greens and blues. end id]
open a new window somewhere in the world.
ryder_ripps: Each @grimes song on #missanthropocene has a single cover, doll created by @popovysisters 👩🔬 [ colour/light set // monochrome/dark set ]
Katherine Mansfield, from an unsent letter featured in “The Diaries of Katherine Mansfield,”
Rhodotus Palmatus.
Zizek! (2005), dir. by Astra Taylor
@daoudaleonard: @grimes The start of a new ending. #missanthropocene #violence #ad
Adolf Fassbender (1884-1980 German) • Swan
antique perfume bottles
Richard Siken, “Snow and Dirty Rain,” Crush (2005) // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (2019)
[”We have not touched the stars, / nor are we forgiven, which brings us back / to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, / not from the absence of violence, but despite / the abundance of it.”
“All this time I told myself we were born from war—but I was wrong, Ma. We were born from beauty. Let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence—but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it.”]