we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Andulka
Jules of Nature

pixel skylines
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

oozey mess
Cosmic Funnies
NASA

izzy's playlists!
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home

roma★
sheepfilms

seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from China

seen from Bangladesh
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Czechia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
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seen from United States
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@postingsomelove
“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
— Kait Rokowski (via quotemadness)
« Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things, while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything. »
— e.e. cummings
“Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Georgia Beach
Margaret Jeane
“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
“I fell in love with the way you touched me without using your hands.”
—
via pinterest