by Anastasia Lysiak

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Three Goblin Art
taylor price
Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell
One Nice Bug Per Day
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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blake kathryn
hello vonnie
Claire Keane

Love Begins
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

roma★
ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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@somnavist
by Anastasia Lysiak
F.A. Pouchet, illustration from Universe, or the Wonders of Creation, the Infinitely Great and the Infinitely Little
Hairstyling by Mitsuki Jurk.
Koi in a creek in Kanyoji temple, Yamaguchi, Japan ~ Masami Shirai
thinking of her (the strawberry squid) 🥺🥰😵💫🍓
look at you strawberry squid ............
Billelis
Their Instagram if anyone wants to see even more!
chinese hanfu by 有香如故
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
D.L. Smith
Awesome Nature Vibes by Dylan Furst
Photographer and filmmaker based in Bellingham, Washington State. Let’s create, [email protected]
dylanfurstphoto.com
Ellie Davies, In Between the Trees
the massive power of trains yet confinement to a single path makes them comparable to angels
Fall.
#‘HELLO HUSBAND’ #‘HOW IS THE UNDERWORLD ARE THE SOULS BEHAVING?’
“When he brought her the change from her pound-note and the chrysanthemums pinned up in sheets of white paper, he brought also several sprays of beech leaves. These, he explained, were thrown in with her purchase. She took them into her arms. The great fans of orange tracery seemed to her even more beautiful than the chrysanthemums, for they had been given to her, they were a surprise. She sniffed. They smelled of woods, the dark rustling woods to whose edge she came so often in the country of her autumn imagination.”
– Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes