Windows XP iconography, 2001
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shark vs the universe
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Misplaced Lens Cap
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

blake kathryn
NASA
Sade Olutola
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.

Discoholic 🪩

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trying on a metaphor

oozey mess

#extradirty
Claire Keane

@theartofmadeline
Peter Solarz
DEAR READER

Product Placement
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@scene-bastard-core
Windows XP iconography, 2001
instagram: cheri.png
MagicGate: 8MB Atomic Purple Glitter PlayStation 2 Memory Card (2001)
Värmland, Sweden (March 17, 2018).
vintage plush collection 🧸🌈 | cait__jane on ig
i say "godspeed, soldier" way too much for someone who puts their faith in neither god nor the military
Sunburst: Wind River Range, Wyoming
(c) riverwindphotography, February 2024
a "pretty boy" has been found sniffling and whimpering in the wilderness
via montania.draw
Dude for real though your worth as a human being is not dependent on how productive or “useful” you are. You could do nothing but lay in bed all today and you’d still be worthy of respect and care. Bro you are a living breathing human being and your life has inherent value. Like straight up you don’t have to do something impossible or world changing with your time on earth in order for you to matter. We are all specks of dust in the cosmos and the fact that you exist at all means you are important. Dude you don’t have to earn the right to live bro, like I swear bro, like no cap.
The Mirror-Faced Grim Reaper in Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), dir. Maya Deren, Alexander Hammid
“This film is endowed with an acute sense of restlessness and alienation; reflecting this uncanny estrangement in the doubling, tripling and quadrupling of its central character, and in its cyclic narrative, a structure that seems condemned to repetition. Why is the hooded Death figure constructed as a kind of mirror? Are we dealing with Nietzsche’s notion of ‘eternal return’? (…) You could go on forever about the meaning buried in this particular work. It invites and eludes analysis.” – CINEMA AND DREAM-LOGIC IN MESHES OF THE AFTERNOON