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@theartofmadeline

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YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art
cherry valley forever

Love Begins
todays bird

oozey mess
hello vonnie
Misplaced Lens Cap

blake kathryn
DEAR READER
Stranger Things

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Origami Around

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
ojovivo
dirt enthusiast
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cr: monikh
— Michael Bogild
sometimes i don’t realize how much God is protecting me until time passes & i look back with gratitude
I know I’m in love when all I want to do is cook and listen to jazz music
Salman Toor - Two Friends
finally starting to get into my clay class!!!!
“Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”
— I Know What You Think of Me, Tim Kreider for the New York Times
“So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.”
— Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via books-n-quotes)
john my beloved - sufjan stevens / birds hover the trampled fields - richard siken
the song of achilles by madeline miller
The Crane Wife by CJ Hauser
abject permanence by larissa pham
I miss something that has never existed anywhere outside of my own nostalgia
sitting on the floor is an emotion
I love spoiling myself I truly feel obligated to give myself everything and anything I want
oh my god