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Cosimo Galluzzi

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The Stonewall Inn

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Show & Tell
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Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap
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hello vonnie
we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

#extradirty
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Product Placement
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@pnkblock
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Miss Musgraves post divorce album will be the death of me I fear
Muriel Rukeyser, from “Elegy in Joy,” in Birds, Beasts, and Seas (New Directions, 2011).
todays beanie is: fleece the lamb!
“So Penelope took the hand of Odysseus, not to hold him back but to impress this peace on his memory: from this point on, the silence through which you move is my voice pursuing you.”
— Louise Glück, “Quiet Evening” from Meadowlands (via savitris)
Tampopo
directed by Juzo Itami / shot by Masaki Tamura
Did I ever tell you? About hunting wild boar. In winter, there’s nothing for boar to eat, so they root for yams. All they eat are yams. So when a hunter shoots one, he has to quickly slit its belly, pull out the guts, and grill them over a fire. The intestines are stuffed with yams. Yam sausages, you see? You grill them, slice them, and eat them hot. Sounds good, huh?
Christian Lacroix SS 2006
Color Study: Squares with Concentric Circles, 1913, Wassily Kandinsky
Medium: mixedtechnique,paper
https://www.wikiart.org/en/wassily-kandinsky/color-study-squares-with-concentric-circles-1913
“To love purely is to consent to distance.”
— Simone Weil, from Gravity and Grace (University of Nebraska Press, 1952)
Tomas Tranströmer, tr. by Robert Bly, from a poem titled “Track,”
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Tülü saçına örtü yapıp cama çıkan kız😂
“And good-night, dear friend of my heart… Why aren’t you here ? It is horrid not to live next door to those one loves.”
— George Sand (1804-1876), in a letter to Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), Nohant, 1867 in: “ The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert Letters”, translated from the French by A.L. McKenzie (1921)