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I was telling him how I’m so focused on my future and in the fall I won’t be able to commit as much time to him and he was like “I just want to support you and watch you become the person you want to be” I feel like regardless of whether we work out or not that’s basically how any man should be speaking to you period

crabussy

thinking about diatoms again

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microscopic living stars made of glass that eat the sun. and they're all around us. in every body of water. glass sun-eating stars.

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I like them a lot. they produce up to half of all earth's oxygen. the air you breathe is thanks to sun-eating stars made of glass. and that's pretty cool.

crabussy

and you know. like oblongs and triangles and some other bullshit

nadjasnandor

consuming media like

briannyssey

Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling

🥺🥺

2009

Comet trail (2006)

2007

i love fiction so much can we never be real again

anscathmarcach

All this discourse over who does "painting with light"

Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.

They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.

They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.

Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.

And it's BEAUTIFUL

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I'll throw in the wonderful Eizin Suzuki into this ring too, a man whose work just breathes light without actually using dynamic lighting in the usual way. It's no surprise both Nagai and Suzuki are both considered prolific in art pertaining to the city pop genre because they're able to paint these kinds of scenes with a delicate touch.

This feels like I could trip on that radio and fall right into that water, feeling the crystal waves as I drop in.

And this, a nice stroll down a resort strip, where my sunscreened skin could literally feel cooked if I leaned too close to the tiling.

And then a nice stretch of summer street, wherein you could see your face in the flushed red of that car provided it didn't blind you from its sunny reflections.

I don't think I even need to say anything more, Suzuki's a massive influence in how he even places colours so warmly in such unorthodox manner. It's a naturally sunkissed talent~ 🌊

swordshapedleaves

Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.

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