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Cosmic Funnies

oozey mess
DEAR READER

if i look back, i am lost
Keni

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin
Jules of Nature
ojovivo
Cosimo Galluzzi

Love Begins

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Three Goblin Art
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returning home by warren chang
‘touching‘ shot by vassilis karidis for fantastic man, issue 30
bryan whitney in american photo magazine november/december 1997
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
— our town, thornton wilder
(excerpted from Leila Chatti's poem: "Tea", published in Missouri Review)
Hannah Starkey, Untitled.
Bill Evans por Jim Marshall, 1961
noemia prada
'The Black Cat' from 'Narraciones extraordinarias- a collection of works by Edgar Allan Poe, illustrated by John Coulthart.
Above the Peaks - Susanna Jarvinen. , 2024.
Finnish ,
Acrylic on canvas , 30 x 21 cm.
Bernini, Blessed Ludovica Albertoni (in Altieri Chapel in San Francesco a Ripa Church), 1671-74
Julia Liu, from "Exit Wound"
Enter (Romain de Tirtoff) Cover for Harper's Bazar, 1918.
The kiss and its prelude.
2020
Zhang Yidan (instagram)
. . . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when. . . .
Pablo Neruda