ojovivo
Sade Olutola

blake kathryn
Stranger Things
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
Acquired Stardust
Cosmic Funnies

⁂

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

izzy's playlists!

No title available
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

No title available
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

seen from Canada
seen from Australia

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Chile
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Netherlands

seen from Italy
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
@stellarvalley
Getting high on open window air
Leonard Cohen, from The Book of Mercy (1984)
[Text ID (added paragraph breaks): "Israel, and you who call yourself Israel, the Church who calls itself Israel, and the revolt that calls itself Israel, and every nation chosen to be a nation—none of these lands are yours, all of you are thieves of holiness, all of you at war with Mercy.
Who will say it? Will America say We have stolen it, or will France step down? Will Russia confess, or will Poland say, We have sinned? All bloated on their scraps of destiny, all swaggering in the immunity of superstition.
Ishmael, who was saved in the wilderness, and given shade in the desert, and a deadly treasure under you: has Mercy made you wise? Will Ishmael declare, We are in debt forever? Therefore the lands belong to none of you, the borders do not hold, the Law will never serve the lawless.
To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself. The Covenant is broken, the condition is dishonored, have you not noticed that the world has been taken away? You have no place, you will wander through yourselves from generation to generation without a thread.
Therefore you rule over chaos, you hoist your flags with no authority, and the heart that is still alive hates you, and the remnant of Mercy is ashamed to look at you.
You decompose behind your flimsy armor, your stench alarms you, your panic strikes at love.
The land is not yours, the land has been taken back, your shrines fall through empty air, your tablets are quickly revised, and you bow down to hell beside your hired torturers, and still you count your battalions and crank out your marching songs.
Your righteous enemy is listening. He hears your anthems full of blood and vanity, and your children singing to themselves. He has overturned the vehicle of nationhood, he has spilled the precious cargo, and every nation he has taken back.
Because you are swollen with your little time. Because you do not wrestle with your angel. Because you dare to live without God. Because your cowardice has led you to believe that the victor does not limp."]
VINTAGE SCANDINAVIAN RYA RUG
Saturn and Rhea
Credit: NASA/Kevin Gill
source
im awfully pretentious for someone who knows nothing and does nothing. solution is to become someone who knows everything and does everything. because i am not getting off this high horse. im velcroed to the saddle. im fused to the horse.
“There is no other home”, Soviet poster, 1986.
Sophie’s awesome handmade candles. They’re only 25$. Get them!
@tearoutmyjugular
Maria Szakats
Orchid at Volunteer Park Conservatory in Seattle ✨
You're alive, what else are ya gonna do.