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A flurry of grey clouds.
“I got thinking about the window seat: how special it is and how it can be taken for granted. These expansive views can be very humbling. Everyone is fascinated by flight, and for now airplaines are how we get to experience it. At some point on each flight I’ve been on, I think about sitting in a chair in the sky, and it seems crazy every time.” - Jim Darling on his ‘Airplane Window’ series
I know I’m running late—I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.
Lang Leav, “A Postcard” (via larmoyante)
Dying Lotus Joseph Stella circa 1930-1932 Hood Museum of Art (United States) Drawing - pastel Height: 37.78 cm (14.88 in.), Width: 29.85 cm (11.75 in.)
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a study in catstronomy filed under: things the government doesn’t want us to know
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oh my god? oh my god? oh my god? oh my god?? oh m
I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head. Sometimes it can hardly be borne. What is to be done, what is to be done, I thought. There is nothing to be done.
Margaret Atwood, from The Handmaid’s Tale (via luthienne)
flowers of mourning
Maddy Young, 2016
“I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.” -William Wordsworth // Huddersfield, England | GarettPhotography
And then he was so hurt he sentenced them to death insp
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