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Andulka

Kaledo Art

shark vs the universe
AnasAbdin
Three Goblin Art
Cosmic Funnies
will byers stan first human second
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Misplaced Lens Cap
$LAYYYTER
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Love Begins
todays bird

@theartofmadeline
sheepfilms
RMH
Not today Justin
tumblr dot com

Product Placement

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@tahrth
i wholeheartedly believe i deserve a sword. i am true. i am loyal. i despise treacherous men. what else do you need? knight me already
Janet Agnes Cumbrae Stewart (1883 – 1960, Australian)
“see, you will rise. and are you less of a woman for this? no what is woman? woman is this–enduring. listen girl, you will survive this–you will. but what fool said you had to do it silently? here is a tip–scream”
— Salma Deera, medea gives advice to a young girl with a broken heart, Letters From Medea
— jane austen, persuasion
these colours remind me of sea foam
etsy//instagram
Desert Hearts 1985, dir. Donna Deitch.
“But no–she did not break down. She persisted.”
— D. H. Lawrence, from “The Lost Girl,” originally published c. 1920
“In the end, we’ll all become stories.”
— Margaret Atwood
a fortification, margaret atwood
self-portrait as exit wounds, ocean vuong
[ID: “to relearn the word live, live, live—” end ID]
when rome falls, yves olade
[ID: “You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it.” end ID]
I kneel into a dream where I am good & loved. I am good. I am loved. My hands have made some good mistakes. They can always make better ones.
Natalie Wee, “Least of All,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (Amazon / Goodreads)
What I Carried by Maggie Smith
An excerpt from ‘Etcetera,’ by E.E. Cummings
The inherent embarrassment in desiring anything