A life-size dollhouse by artist Heather Benning, in Humboldt, Saskatchewan, Canada.
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A life-size dollhouse by artist Heather Benning, in Humboldt, Saskatchewan, Canada.
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Russian Ballet Academy. St. Petersburg, Russia.
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Landscape with church ruins by Samuel Colman (Coleman) (English, 1780–1845)
you ever sit on a bus and suddenly get filled with an enormous tenderness towards everyone else on it
we are all just animals turning our heads towards each other and looking away when the other person catches our eye. sniffing the air when someone gets off the bus and leaves the scent of perfume behind. doing silly faces and making the baby who’s being held by her tired mother smile. smiling at the girl who’s got her hair cut short like yours, then you both looking back at your phones again, then randomly remembering her eyebrow piercing again in three years when you’re sitting on a different bus in a different city. we’re all planning on what kind of dinner we’re going to make once we get home and thinking of our dogs and looking at each others clothes and wondering what kind of lives the people around us live and then we thank the driver and get off the bus and never see each other again. but this is somehow a very sweet thought to me at the moment