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Monterey Bay Aquarium

gracie abrams

if i look back, i am lost
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Keni
Cosimo Galluzzi

Origami Around

bliss lane
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr

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RMH
Sade Olutola
Sweet Seals For You, Always
macklin celebrini has autism
Color Me Curious
Game of Thrones Daily
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins
NASA
Not today Justin
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© Nona Limmen
“Revelations” [Digital Collage; 2020]
nineteen / hayley williams (originally by tegan and sara)
Moon Chaser by Rosanna Jones
Joos van Cleve, The Death of Lucretia (detail), c. 1520-1525. Oil on oak panel, 76 x 54 cm. Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna.
(detail) JUDITH AT THE GATES OF BETHULIA — JULES-CLAUDE ZIEGLER
ok. I’m crying
this is so sweet
“When I was growing up, I never thought I’d want kids. I had a tough childhood. And when you have a tough childhood, it’s hard to believe that a good childhood is even an option. So I didn’t want kids, because I was afraid if I did that they would feel how I felt. I didn’t want anyone to feel the way I felt. And then I got pregnant when I was eighteen, so I made a promise to never let my baby feel that way. A while ago, I gave her my favourite book from my childhood to read, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. It’s about some kids who run away from home and go live in a museum. So one day she’s reading it, and she stops for a moment. And she says, “Mom, I kinda like the book, but I kinda don’t.” I said, “That’s all right, what don’t you like about it?” She said, “I just don’t understand how anyone could want to run away from home.” I said, “You never thought about it?” She said, “Why would I? I have the best mom ever.” So I hugged her and cried. The reason I liked the book was the reason she didn’t! I’m keeping my promise, and just a little reminder: your past doesn’t define you. You can do better, even if you don’t know how yet.”
@suicideskin
The Child on His Break 🖤
PEDRO PASCAL | DISNEY GALLERY: THE MANDALORIAN, MAKING OF SEASON 2
{+ bonus}
my favourite fucking thing about the mando gallery special is finding out that pedro’s himbo ass wears the helmet like a hat in between takes
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S
when emily brontë wrote “if all else perished, and he remained, i should still continue to be” and when richard siken wrote “so i have feelings. so i have them for you. so i didn’t think you’d try to stop me” and when mikko harvey wrote “i’m greedy—i want to hold onto everything, the world wants to take it away”
when casey mcquiston wrote “if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire,” when they wrote “he wants to set himself on fire, but he can’t afford for anyone to see him burn.”
when madeline miller wrote “i would know him in death, at the end of the world” and “perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone”
when tamsyn muir wrote “god knows i deserve to die at your hand.” and when she wrote “the whole of her always seemed to come back to gideon… her apocalpyse swifter than the death of the Emperor and the sun” and when she wrote “[harrow] could let herself go, or she could go back to her body, and let her go”
when amal el-mohtar and max gladstone wrote “this letter is a knife at my neck, if cutting’s what you want” and when they wrote “i write to you in stings, red, but this is me, the truth of me, as i do so: broken open by the act, in the palm of your hand, dying.”
when muir wrote “let me tell you a secret: it was easy to die thinking i wouldn’t have to see you go.” when she wrote, “she had not said goodbye. harrow so rarely got to say goodbye.”
when siken wrote, “i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.”
when emily brontë wrote “you say i killed you- haunt me then.”
The Other Side, Dean Cornwell, 1918
Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”
[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]