My dream home

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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if i look back, i am lost
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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@mtntre3
My dream home
Cabane’s tiny cabin (256 sq ft)
i want this too!!!
aurora borealis over a tiny alaskan cabin
tiny A-frame in the mountains
7/12/16
Getting the van ready for winter; the fairy lights are up, there’s tinsel on the dashboard, an extra blanket on the bed, a hot meal on the stove and the heater’s cranked up full. The nights are getting colder and longer the further North we drive, but the van’s warm and cosy and doesn’t leak too much, and our first Christmas in a van will be spent roasting potatoes on the fire outdoors with a bottle of Port.
Follow the hashtag #Fromrusttoroadtrip to follow our van conversion project and our travels around Europe! 🌍
I want a van like this!!! I could furnish it at this point lol
The 45m2 Thurston Studio, Wellington, New Zealand by Architect Cushla Thurston.
Small Holiday Home in Normandy, France by Architect Béatrice Fourneaux.
L.A. Buerkle 23 NY New Age @buerkletta buerkletta.tumblr.com soundcloud.com/buerkletta facebook.com/LABuerkle Something coming soon.
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Box o Monsters
Can we please talk about how delicious this was.
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I post my thoughts much more often there. Warning: drab and unimportant.
https://twitter.com/trees_r_cool
Peaking through the trees.
I was waiting at the crosswalk on the way to the market. There
were a few other people there, waiting too. The light turned,
the little white guy shined, and we all strode quickly across,
before the big red hand turned up. Halfway, on the ground, I
stepped upon a cardboard box, crushed flat. I...
Elastic Potential
I feel I’m on the verge of the cutting-edge of something.
Ceilings rotate on multiple axes like north-south pole magnetic attraction
like left-right brain like a spit jutting out of my temples. Poetry is spun to be ambiguous but not impossible not quivering in fragments in between lips.
Acupuncture with arrows words is not supposed to be sacrificial
9:57 PM
Would you rather be
trapped inside your own existence
thinking only in your head,
the empty spaces filed with nothingness of meaning
A constant reverence of the word I
Repeating over and over
I, I, I once did and never have done again
Or you could,
take a journey
Not with me, but without yourself
Sacrifice the burned plant of the sweet solstice
to enter, although I must warn you-
There is no exit
from an open mind;
as knowledge will claw at your heartstrings and
BURST open the gates of your soul
in it's longing for
evermore...
the journey with no destination.