Things that it’s not too late for :
One Nice Bug Per Day
occasionally subtle

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Sade Olutola

ellievsbear
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni
RMH

#extradirty
Cosmic Funnies
YOU ARE THE REASON
sheepfilms
DEAR READER
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

if i look back, i am lost
todays bird

Janaina Medeiros

shark vs the universe
seen from United States
seen from Tanzania
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seen from Japan
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seen from United States
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seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Russia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from Germany
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seen from Netherlands

seen from United Kingdom
@srslee
Things that it’s not too late for :
“You don’t know distance until you’ve shared your bed with someone who’s falling out of love with you.”
— Beau Taplin
Modern luxury is the ability to think clearly, sleep deeply, move slowly, and live quietly in a world designed to prevent all four.
Justin Welsh
i long to be loved—deeply, desperately. loving is who i am; it’s what i was meant to do. threads of love are woven into the tapestry of my being, laces were intertwined by my own hands. i crave it, i breathe it, i exist for it. i love loving people, i love loving things, i love love. oh.. i am so full of love, sometimes it aches. xx.
love, 118en20.
I have this inkling that you did what you did and everyone is sparing me by not confirming it. And I know it's funny to think about it after all these years, yet it won't leave me because it'll always be a question unanswered. Do I really want to know? And if I do, how would I feel about it? Would it still affect me?
I guess I'll keep that box closed. Choose to forget about it and come back to bother me randomly like an itch.
“Once she stopped rushing through life, she was amazed at how much more life she had time for.”
— Unknown
Then she ran her hands through my imagination.
@amurg-cu-stele
seeking, yearning, reaching hands
(This work of art is the definition of perfection)
ac: insta: @/eeso-world
Love is never wasted, for its value does not rest upon reciprocity
-C.S Lewis
“A house doesn’t become a home until love moves in.”
— Faraaz Kazi