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itscolossal

Whimsical Gardens Grow From Silk Teacups and Mossy Patches in Rosa Andreeva’s Embroideries

thememedaddy

animentality

I didn't notice this but now it lives in my mind rent free.

roycohn

"the world you grew up in is gone" but not in a reactionary "there are too many brown people" way more like i woke up one day and suddenly everyone is illiterate and believes jewish people are literal demonic pedophiles, raw dairy and steak cure cancer, and AI chatbots are their friends. and i want the old world back

momoro66

dearwalker

Dana, Emma and Digby 😭😭

divorcedfranklangdon

THE PITT - 7:00 PM

madisoneliseeeeee

The song landslide by Fleetwood Mac makes me sob every time. Unfortunately I cannot handle the seasons of my life, I’m so nostalgic i could throw up

princessrhcenyra

1883 (2021)

The best way to know if land is truly undiscovered is to seek words to describe it. When you can’t, you know it’s virgin land. Untouched by our dirty hands. To see it is to be silenced by it. Made speechless by its endless uniformity… To crest a rise is to see another that is identical. One must read the sun and stars like a sailor to navigate this place. We’ve seen nothing but grass for over a week: no game, no birds, no snakes, not even a lizard, and no evidence the human race still exists. But the plains are littered with bones. The dirty hand of man can go unnoticed in the city. Because his dirty hand made the city. But in this place, where innocence is a mineral in the soil, the filth of our touch is an apocalypse.

malefixium

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.