Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane
Keni
Monterey Bay Aquarium
almost home
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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KIROKAZE
One Nice Bug Per Day
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official daine visual archive
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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good luck to anyone and everyone getting over the ten foot wall I built around myself for this year bc I’m tired of getting betrayed by ppl or misread or unheard.
not talking to anyone, not even a soul. nothing to say to anyone this year, not going online, reflecting and peacefully, quietly thinking about 2025 and 2026 year ahead and what i want it to be and who I have been and what has happened and what I’ve experienced. journalling a lot. thinking. being quiet. it only has to make sense to me and I don’t feel like explaining myself to anyone else, kind of year.🐺🕊🌷🕯💫
sansa
Sylvia Plath, from "Tulips" in Collected Poems
by lesnoj.veresk
girls love frolicking (2025)
24x36”
oil on canvas
I want to hibernate through this holiday :( my little heart hurts
can’t wait to get a little sad and watch it’s a wonderful life
waiting on the sunrise
I love love love Christmas/Yule
Anders Abrahamsen Kongsrud
“And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”
— Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence (via oofpoetry)
𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔
“I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness.”
— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility