this blog is a museum of my heart
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Monterey Bay Aquarium
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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tannertan36
dirt enthusiast
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin
cherry valley forever

ellievsbear
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER

Kiana Khansmith

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
will byers stan first human second
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Keni
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@optimistnihilist
this blog is a museum of my heart
you can be having the worst day of your life yet when you look outside the sun has never been brighter
the world doesn’t end even when we think it does
Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
Chasing the fog somewhere in Switzerland by @90377
Christa Wolf, from her essay collection titled "One Day a Year: 1960–2000," originally published in 2003
Boris Pasternak, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva featured in Letters, Summer 1926
Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926
Margaret Atwood, from a journal entry featured in Early Essays & Journals
— Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding
Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983
August (08) assortment
Jeanette Winterson, from Written on the Body / Mary Oliver, from The Pond / poem titled An August Longing by Amber Khanzadeh / August by Taylor Swift.
“are u ok” lol hell no, please don't ask me that again
i think my heart was made for slow things. tea that takes time. stories that don’t rush. people who don’t ask "why are you so quiet?" as if quiet is a flaw.
Being sensitive is a strength—it means you feel deeply. But unkindness? That’s a choice, and a sad one.