Its Nice Out So Today I Will Develop My Theory Of Playing Outside
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Its Nice Out So Today I Will Develop My Theory Of Playing Outside
Bare Handed — Holly Lynton
was talking with my roommate about how theres this eerie feeling of emptiness in things in the pnw- the forests are undeniably grander, in some ways more lush, but lack a certain feeling of inhabiting spirit. all of new england feels haunted, the land has intelligences that follow you. in the forests in new england theres a raw awareness that i dont experience here. he talked about how young the mountains are here, and how the red cedars as a dominant ecosystem are only 3000 years old. meanwhile parts of the appalachias are the oldest mountain range on earth. in maine it feels so dense with spirits you can hardly walk. my emotions have felt so ameliorated since i arrived, nothing like the peak emotional experience i associate with ragged coastlines in maine. maybe its the dramatic seasonal changes which hardly occur here. during winter in maine the land is changed so much day by day, with its freezing and thawing and movement of objects and reshaping of land and water by ice, textures and colors transforming, it feels like the day the world began, with all the appropriate emotional drama that would follow a mythic cycle of cosmogenesis... that loss of emotional grandness feels tragic to me
Wildflowers at Yaquina Head, Lincoln County, Oregon.
Hui imams pray before the main Friday prayers during the holy fasting month of Ramadan at the historic Niujie Mosque in Beijing on July 4, 2014.
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The reindeer skin vestments and mammoth bone mitre of Metropolitan Nestor Anisimov of Kamchatka, Russia.
These vestments were made of northern reindeer fur. Take a close look at the pectoral cross and notice how the the cross and the chains are also of reindeerskin.
they should let bjork run a small island country if she wants
2 weeks in she drops the accent and ingenue affect and becomes the most brutal dictator of the 21st century
Andrei Pokrovskii (Russia, 1996) - A Stocking with Sand (2023)
the microclimate on this puget sound july day within my home with its walls made of earth feels identical to the first sunny and crisp day of autumn in maine which feels like being hit with a javelin of lovesick nostalgia. my ex / friend / the first man i was in love with (unreciprocated) texted me this week to tell me his beautiful enormous dog died and that he struck his yurt and moved in with our permaculture teachers because he might buy land off them, since they are aging. and now unrelatedly a longtime crush (reciprocated) is like you should move back to maine. but also i like my life here and theres no lyme disease yet
this is a witches potion it tastes like chewing cigarettes with a tiny whiff of horehound. clearing me out in an unparalleled way. im eating spoonfuls of peanut butter between sips like a dog taking his heart worm medication
first time out of the house in days, at whole foods cracked open the sandalwood and frankincense essential oils to rub on myself, went to the herbalist to get lung clearing tea, got a cold brew with buckwheat flavor and drank half before being like wait its 7:30 lol. felt the sun.... i have the most disgusting lingering cough, when i breath it sounds like a hookah
Energía Cósmica (Inspiración) (1956), Remedios Varo.
Remedios Varo (Spanish/Mexican, 1908--1963)
Martin Johnson Heade, Gremlin in the Studio I, ca. 1865-75
completely felled by a summer flu and am supposed to work tomorrow, but used up all my "sick days" on chasing a warm wind and touching the backs of soft meadows, cheering as an osprey hunts or the otters play. a bisexual woman struggling with demons (assistant manager) will be handing me a written warning soon....