Narelle Autio, School Of Dance. Melbourne, Australia, 2001
Three Goblin Art

Janaina Medeiros
Xuebing Du
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trying on a metaphor
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

if i look back, i am lost
ojovivo
Sade Olutola

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Stranger Things
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.
Acquired Stardust
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Narelle Autio, School Of Dance. Melbourne, Australia, 2001
Train carriage interior from 1900s.
melvil poupaud in conte d'été (1996) dir. éric rohmer
Hare’s-tail Cottongrass/tuvull. Värmland, Sweden (5 June 2016).
If you feel terrible rn, unable to put down your phone, because the feelings will swallow you whole if you don't drown them out, grab your phone, go outside, no matter the time or weather, just walk around outside and listen to worship music, I recommend Maverick City Music on YouTube. Worship music fills your head with thoughts and lyrics of beauty and faith and positivity and believing life is worth it, it's about comfort, it's about turning things around, healing, growing, getting better. You don't need a strong faith or a faith at all to enjoy it, it's right there.
Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses: Mortgaged Time; from 'Dark Words', tr. Mark Anderson
Joanna Klink, from “On Surmising”, The Nightfields
Hello hello!, 2025 - by Gizem Akdağ (1995), Turkish
May 8, 1963 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
The train is coming. Naebo station, Sapporo, Hokkaido. Feb 2023
simone rocha | fall-winter 2020/2021
"God is gay"
Seen in Mexico City
I always think of you peculiarly in May,
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Frances and Louise Norcross wr. c. May 1870