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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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DEAR READER

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Origami Around

JVL
will byers stan first human second
occasionally subtle

if i look back, i am lost

Andulka

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Cosmic Funnies
Xuebing Du

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

Love Begins

Kiana Khansmith

seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
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seen from Canada
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seen from Vietnam

seen from United States
seen from Spain
@pyramidofschemes
July Thirty
My hope is on the horizon,
everything that she loves, I can see.
Adrift, I'm pulled slowly closer
as the waves crash down over me.
It feels just like heaven,
'till I'm dragged down to hell.
The night wished for peace,
before the toll of my bell.
I wish I could sink
through all of this black.
I'm floating on nothing
the fear in me growing back.
I could just let go, a deep descent into madness
that would gradually be warmer than this cold, empty casket.
Deeper and deeper, losing sight of the sky.
The last thing I see will be the truth of a lie.
be proud of your progress :))
December Six
Take a picture, but don’t take me so soon
You pick just a petal, when you wanna pull out the root.
Staring through the wall, my eyes shift outta focus
What if it takes a part of ME every time they come around?
My persistence dissolved through the days that lay past their due by dates
Past the point of tomorrow was never an option when you’re always running late.
I see castles made of clouds
Float over dreams from another scene
Becoming true like the shadow that reluctantly followed me
A sight for the sore, bruised, tired eyes
Evolve into beauty, and accept your demise.
You grow and you grow, for what other reason than that?
A petal is so young, as it accepts the fate of collapse.
“what is becoming of me” as my roots dangle with elegance and steez, I’m helpless for what’s felt like an eternity
I’m just a kid, trying to bloom in the soil of my dreams.
Hiro Osono