William Morris, from a poem titled "September," featured in Poems by the Way, originally published in 1891
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Andulka

Janaina Medeiros
cherry valley forever
Three Goblin Art
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Cosimo Galluzzi

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if i look back, i am lost
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@ohmos
William Morris, from a poem titled "September," featured in Poems by the Way, originally published in 1891
thinking about summer ending always leaves me wondering how different life will be by the time next summer comes
ideal work email:
i'm taking tomorrow off. if anyone needs me, i will be dead.
back to work in the gentle environment i’ve missed so much
There's a weird 3 star movie out there ready to change your life forever
Having "a lot" of followers on tumblr is funny because probably 80% of them are ghost blogs who haven't been on here in like a decade.
It's like, no no, those aren't my followers, that's a graveyard! I'm the caretaker of a thousands of tombs. I love them, but they've been dead for seven years.
please be nice to all animals, even the ones you don’t find cute, they have feelings too
August 15th, 2025:
Hello, everyone! Long time no see, right? The real reason I was studying has actually changed since the last time I was here, so now I’m in a different phase with new goals. Here’s a little glimpse of my refreshed study and work space, and I plan to make it even cozier. I hope you’re all doing well and that your studies are progressing. ☕️
The summer I turned into a labubu
Cards Against Homotopy
munuzzang
sometimes we are childish. sometimes we do something our 16 year old self would have done, think something our 11 year old self would have thought, cry like our 7 year old self would have cried. why is this so embarrassing? why does it make us feel such shame? when you’re 20, 30, 40, are you not also every age you’ve been before? do all of your previous incarnations not still live inside of you?