The Bowery Presents
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

roma★
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions

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bliss lane
Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Product Placement
NASA
tumblr dot com
Fieri Frames

Origami Around
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seen from Malaysia

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seen from Iraq

seen from United States

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“Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?”
— Charles Lindbergh
“There will come a day when you’ll be so grateful that you never gave up.”
— Unknown
Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems
Nothing in your life has been random. Not the person who broke your heart. Not the job that ended. Not the door that closed without warning. Not even the moments you still don't fully understand. You think you were unlucky. You think you chose wrong. You think you should have seen it coming. But every encounter exposed something. Every ending revealed something. Every disappointment stripped something back. Some people arrived to awaken you. Some arrived to test your boundaries. Some arrived to show you exactly what you will never tolerate again. And yes, some came to hurt you. But even that pain carved clarity. Even that loss sharpened your self-worth. You weren't being punished. You were being refined. Growth rarely feels graceful while it's happening. It feels like confusion. It feels like loss. It feels like the ground shifting under your feet. But nothing was wasted. Every lesson stretched your capacity. Every fracture widened your heart. Every time you chose to keep going, something stronger in you took shape. Stop labeling your story as good or bad. It was necessary. It was forming you. Trust the unfolding. Trust the timing. Trust that the same force that dismantled what no longer fit is the one building what does. Life is not happening against you. It is happening through you. And you are becoming exactly who you were meant to be.
“Wait for someone who love you differently. One who can see the fire in your soul, and the child in your laugh, and the ocean in your heart.”
— JmStorm
A relationship works when both partners are willing to sacrifice their old bad habits, let go of their ego, and respect each other at all times..