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Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins
AnasAbdin
we're not kids anymore.

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Stranger Things
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Today's Document

Kaledo Art
Claire Keane
almost home
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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¿Acaso estoy rota? ¿Por qué no puedo ser feliz yo también? ¿Cómo puedo pensar en algo más que mis penas y sentir otra cosa que el vacío?
Las lágrimas son el mejor ansiolítico.
Colorized photos of Helsinki in the 1930s.
mood tbh
mountaineer's axe with heart-shaped holes and bronze reinforced shaft. japan, muromachi period, 14th century
hay una soledad
que no se define
por la ausencia
de alguien más
es esa soledad
que te despoja
de tu propia presencia
te arranca de raíz
tu propio corazón
m. r.
THE MAJOR ARCANA - THE HERMIT
UPRIGHT: introspection, self-reflection, meditation, solitude, new direction, the unconscious REVERSED: exile, loneliness, withdrawn, exclusion, challenges, rejection, realignment
Safo. 28. Poemas y testimonios. [04]
edreika
liana finck
the moon is a loyal companion
I want to break all my bones
I want to flay my whole body
I want to reduce myself to ashes
I want to fuse my brain
I want to tear my tongue out
I want to mash my meat
I want to melt inside
and expel lava through the mouth
abandon me in a death
slow, agonizing, painful
dye the world crimson
be carrion for the birds
I want my tears to fall
drying up the cursed earth
that never knew how to embrace me
Marcela R.
Keith Carter, Atlas Moth,1990