Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Janaina Medeiros
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
KIROKAZE
YOU ARE THE REASON
sheepfilms
art blog(derogatory)

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we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
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izzy's playlists!
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Cosmic Funnies
styofa doing anything

oozey mess

pixel skylines
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@stoopforever
Hidden kitchen pantry - small space, brightly lit up with under shelf lighting.
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
2 Corinthians 4:16-18 NIV
Give love in secret by praying for one another.
“المدن رائحة: عكا رائحة اليود البحري والبهارات، حيفا رائحة الصنوبر والشراشف المجعلكة، موسكو رائحة الفودكا على الثلج، القاهرة رائحة المانجو والزنجبيل، بيروت رائحة الشمس والبحر والدخان والليمون، باريس رائحة الخبز الطازج والأجبان ومشتقات الفتنة، دمشق رائحة الياسمين والفواكة المجففة، تونس رائحة مسك الليل والملح، الرباط رائحة الحناء والبخور والعسل، وكل مدينة لا تُعرفُ من رائحتها لا يُعوَّل على ذكراها، وللمنافي رائحة مشتركة هي رائحة الحنين إلى ما عداها، رائحة تتذكر رائحة أخرى، رائحة متقطعة الأنفاس، عاطفيّة تقودك كخارطة سياحية كثيرة الاستعمال إلى رائحة المكان الأول، الرائحة ذاكرةٌ وغروب شمس، والغروب هنا توبيخ الجمال للغريب - Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.”
— Mahmoud Darwich, in the Presence of Absence. (via inderacinable)
@jine__e
Shopkeepers of Lebanon, a series by Elie Yobeid.
Dead Sea, Palestine under the Moon