noise dept.
DEAR READER
Mike Driver

oozey mess
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
NASA

blake kathryn
styofa doing anything
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Claire Keane

@theartofmadeline
RMH
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros
hello vonnie
ojovivo
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@refutely
Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Experience”
Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Experience”
Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost
Warsan Shire, from “Backwards”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
words from we hug now by sydney rose
my boy only breaks his favourite toys
They are familiar things but I am a stranger now
It’s been a while.
evening sketch 27/09/18.
you know the post that's like: one day I'll be 45 at a party and ill hear a one direction song and ill be dancing my heart out because I never learned to love anything as much as I love one direction?......... yeah.......thinking of that right now
Liam for Buzzfeed
oh, no, i have no concept of the size of a whale or of the galaxy. i am cosmically insignificant, which is fine. the other day i accidentally spilled a few grains of sugar on the counter. i watched a single ant heft it over his head and run with it - run! - like he was carrying a crown.
sometimes when i am watching the rain i think about how each particular drop is new and only exists for right-now and yet it is the same water as it has been for millennia. the atoms i am are only meeting in this form for this one life. later maybe they will be a mushroom. maybe in the infinite expanse of time, two of my molecules will meet each other again and they'll say i remember existing with you. which is maybe how a star feels, watching humans dance and laugh and sing in the bodies we are borrowing.
what am i in the cosmic sense? what of the stupid human exploits of my tiny human life?
the other day i found a wilting bumblebee and fed it a little water. after an hour, he made a lazy loop of flight. up and towards the stars.
you don’t have to belong everywhere
when The National wrote "You know I dreamed about you for twenty-nine years before I saw you, I missed you twenty-nine years" they really knew huh