looking back at old photos, I kind of miss summer and the warm weather 🍊
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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looking back at old photos, I kind of miss summer and the warm weather 🍊
ig: iced.coffee
The Body Remembers Everything by Caleb Hahne, 2019
Mixed media on canvas 24 × 18 in / 60.96 × 45.72 cm
Wolfgang Laib (1982)
Available in my etsy shop now!
@ravencyclenetwork search ➸ minimalism
i am being perfectly fucking civil.
I would like one large order of intimacy and affection pls. With fries.
‘you have suffered greatly and I am deeply sorry that as a service we have not been able to help you in a meaningful way.’
on a window on the main street of town, an art display about mental health.
the first five emotes on your recently used emojis describe you as a person ready set go
Animal Art April day 1: a frog friend
@douceurs
PJ DeVito - @sonnyturner -“Having a bigger body doesn’t make me any less worthy of love, respect, attention, jobs, happiness, ANYTHING. When we realise our worth is not determined by our physical appearance anything is possible. My body, My rules.”
I went to the beach with my 1957 Kodak Pony IV and all my photos came back super hazy and old-looking. It is okay if you want to pretend I took these is 1957
save the bees 🐝
Note to self, Lindsay Chambers (because)
“The flames surround me, and I feel myself slipping further from life, thinning to only the faintest shiver in the air. I yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where I can rest. He collects my ashes himself, though this is a woman’s duty. He puts them in a golden urn, the finest in our camp, and turns to the watching Greeks. “When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”