Door. 15th century. Credit line: Gift of George Blumenthal, 1935 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/471170
ojovivo
The Bowery Presents
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Mike Driver
Cosimo Galluzzi
EXPECTATIONS
Keni
hello vonnie
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle

oozey mess
cherry valley forever
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

blake kathryn
we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
YOU ARE THE REASON
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macklin celebrini has autism

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@romanticpreraphaelite
Door. 15th century. Credit line: Gift of George Blumenthal, 1935 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/471170
a good mary oliver poem will save you btw
Beautiful gifts
Photography: “A Palestinian demonstrator sews a Palestinian Liberation Organization flag before a protest during the first Intifada”, February, 1988. Photography: Patrick Robert
I love you personal life section of a wikipedia page (where you find out if someone is gay) I love you forever and ever
Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women
Andrei Tarkovsky's mother, Maria Vishnyakova (1930s) | Margarita Terekhova in Mirror (1975, dir. Andrei Tarkovsky)
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Interim"
I love you too much, I’m no good at leaving
Everything I feel returns to you somehow
Susann Carmen Jagodzinska
i’m like touch starved but for a river
bobbin lace fragments, italy c. 16-1700s.
Trees in particular were mysterious and seemed to me direct embodiments of the incomprehensible meaning of life. For that reason the woods were the place where I felt closest to its deepest meaning and to its awe-inspiring workings.
This impression was reinforced when I became acquainted with Gothic cathedrals. But there the infinity of the cosmos, the chaos of meaning and meaninglessness, of impersonal purpose and mechanical law, were wrapped in stone. This contained and at the same time was the bottomless mystery of being, the embodiment of the spirit. What I dimly felt to be my kinship with stone was the divine nature in both, in the dead and the living matter.
Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections
Martyr, Marc Burckhardt
crossfaded.