“I’ll see you in my dreams.”
Twin Peaks: Pilot (1990) dir. David Lynch
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Claire Keane
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Kaledo Art
RMH
Three Goblin Art

blake kathryn

shark vs the universe
$LAYYYTER
One Nice Bug Per Day

Janaina Medeiros
i don't do bad sauce passes
AnasAbdin
hello vonnie

Product Placement
wallacepolsom
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“I’ll see you in my dreams.”
Twin Peaks: Pilot (1990) dir. David Lynch
20th Century Women | Mike Mills | 2016
It’s 1979. I’m 55 years old. This is what my son believes in. These people, with this hair, and these clothes, making these gestures, making these sounds.
20th Century Women | 2016 | dir. Mike Mills
So I had this new idea for my photography that I was gonna take a picture of everything that I owned so it would be a self-portrait of myself throught the stuff that I have. - 20th Century Women (2016)
Ghibli scenery 1/?: My Neighbor Totoro
When life reaches out with a moment like this it’s a sin if you don’t reach back, I’m telling you it’s a sin if you don’t reach back!
ugh crying rn bc this movie is so good
me and all my gay friends trying to sit together
i love puns
Ahoy. Long time no see. Should I watch arrested development again for the 6th time?
…to be loved / and found magical, / like a secret…
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Fury of Flowers and Worms,” (via writemeanna)
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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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cute date ideas: not abiding by the laws of physics