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shark vs the universe

Love Begins
occasionally subtle

if i look back, i am lost
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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pixel skylines
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
RMH

oozey mess
cherry valley forever

gracie abrams

Origami Around
Xuebing Du
will byers stan first human second

Discoholic 🪩
taylor price
Mike Driver
Fai_Ryy
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Anyone still around?
Language is a pleasure, after all. Bilingualism strikes me as a kind of synesthesia. Instead of seeing colors associated with letters and words, instead of hearing melodies, what I hear with language is the play and echo of the other language. The option to say it differently, and thus to live it differently. Language is not only a means of communication or description. It’s a framework in which we process existence. Yi writes: “It is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet it is impossible in my native language.” As every bilingual person and translator knows, there are certain words—a feeling, a way of being—that is absent in one language but perfectly brought to life in another. A word that, by existing, gives permission to be. What if you need that which does not exist in your language?
Mother Tongue, Yoojin Grace Wuertz. (via kuanios)
6am in Nagano… I shot these all within 1 block of each other on the same street while traveling on assignment last month through Japan.
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
—Saint Augustine of Hippo
Classroom, Palestine, 1900
By: Lennart Pagel
living sky
by Denny Bitte