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Kiana Khansmith
Sade Olutola
Acquired Stardust

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor

Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
i don't do bad sauce passes

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DEAR READER
Keni
Three Goblin Art
hello vonnie
Stranger Things

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
occasionally subtle
Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

seen from Brazil

seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from Vietnam
seen from United States
seen from Chile
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Australia
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
@sleepingstrawbery
sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world
Vintage NASA press pic of Saturn’s northern hemisphere, observed by the Voyager 2 probe from 4.4 million miles away, August 19, 1981.
Carmen Marchena
“But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived.”
— John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters (via watchoutforintellect)
“…but the truth is I am terribly weak. And I crave the balm of beautiful and soft things.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)
Mary Oliver, from The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac
“But the paradox of love is perhaps the same as that of art, which Jeanette Winterson so elegantly termed “the paradox of active surrender” — in order for either to transform us, we must let it turn us over and inside-out. That is what Rilke called love’s great exacting claim, and in that claim lies its ultimate reward.”
— Maria Popova, “Kafka’s Beautiful and Heartbreaking Love Letters” (via soracities)
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Submitting myself to the terrifying ordeal of hope
Horses in the mountains (Shymbulak, Kazakhstan)
My favorite grocery store cashier died a few months ago. I know this probably sounds like a bizarre thing to be sad about. Her name was Judith and I only saw her once or twice a week, and only while I was paying for groceries. But even now, months later, I think of her when I'm at the grocery store. She used to save the ends of receipt paper rolls when they only had a foot or two left on them and give them to me, which I never asked her to do, but the first time she did it she held one out to me and said "you look like someone who would make a craft out of this," and I laughed because she was right. I do save them to put in geocaches and letterboxes. Our small talk was about the weather and the weekend and aren't those cookies good? They're so expensive though. But it's worth it.
I'm just saying. If you ever sit around wondering whether you'd be missed if you disappeared off the face of the earth, the answer is probably yes, very much, and probably by more people than you think.