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Today's Document

Janaina Medeiros

roma★

Origami Around

Discoholic 🪩

blake kathryn

if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
cherry valley forever
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor

PR's Tumblrdome
Keni

ellievsbear
noise dept.
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

seen from Iraq

seen from Russia

seen from United States

seen from Norway

seen from Argentina

seen from France
seen from Singapore
seen from Finland
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Philippines
seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Iraq
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
@notinyangon
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Bomb colors and beamed faces. "Hey, mista' "
Barbers and newspapers. #My life is chronic but I am anachronistic.
Under a sunset light, in Gili Meno, Gili island. Heavy orange. Addictive.
Sountrack: 'Please Don't laugh at my tears, daddy. ' ' Oh my god, omg, it's a double pineapple.' ' Wet baby, dry fish.' 'Behind the rag, my wife.' 'Hanging bananas and clothes.' ...
On my night discontinuities with their dotted lights.//
Focus was rippling with the winds, like him. He was already fading in the irony of a scheme. He blurred the lines\\ In a jungle way\\
Smiles hanging along the road. Take 'em all.
'Le chemin amer.' Something dramatic with those bent silhouettes crossing giant flat areas. Loneliness with Flatness is a depressive duo.
He came with this absence in the face and skylined eyes. With an imprint from asphalt and from the concrete seventies. He had both a poetry of huge volumes and maximal density. He rode with devolution and met by accident.
Harmony of missing faces, sucker ants, and reflected satellite dishes. Something here seems wrong.
Ants // Industrialisation of sugar licking.
'Beach children' at Kuta, Lombok,... or how you will end with a arm covered with woven bracelet. Never forget to bring paper and pens in your luggage for kids. -or Ableton, as the boy above. // Drawy afternoons // -Videos and drawings coming soon-
The king of fruits, Mr. Pineapple, at dark, being cut without delicacy. Sweet and sour, delicate inside, sharp outside, with rose thorns and a leaf crown, it's my pimp.
'True' pineapples at the market, and true starry skies everywhere @ Pulau Nias.
He smoked as he talked. Huge puffs, mat voice, and warm fog covering softly the audience. Sometimes an anxiety -of not being involving enough- was curling on his face.
He was a sweet deep gambler and I was a fast believer.
A blue house hang on the shoreline. With slim corridors leading to floating people. Those for which the verb 'be' is a bourgeois concept.
Jules & Gillia, f***ing tangling. A logic of sense and of nonsense. Tangled Up in Blue
On the emptiness aestheticism, on the poetry of decrepitude.
World is precisely out of this place.
Visit at Lahusa schools. (SMP Negeri 1 Lahusa and Fajarmas fundation) in Pulau Nias, Sumatra.
// Potentialities in the dark room. // Inside the cage, knowledge and freedom.
'It's just another hole in the cage.' -Interviews, chorals, and videos coming soon.- Thanks to Herykus, Agusman, but also Vivian, Eric, Wao, Yayasan, Obaja, and everyone for the warm welcome.
Deep into the Indonesian cliché. Millions of palm trees, wet rice fields, infinite beaches, and all that vast nature orgy. Let's join.