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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Three Goblin Art

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One Nice Bug Per Day
todays bird
Mike Driver

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
almost home

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Today's Document
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Claire Keane

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if i look back, i am lost
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@theravery
furnace troubles
Whale’s End
In the reflection of your eyes I thought I saw myself someone who might be absolved, or redeemed. I realize now it is because both you and I were somewhat naïve. You do not know who I am, not truly, and I do not fault you for that because you never could, and I could never know you, not truly. All I will ever be to you is an image and perhaps a sensation. I am a phantom to you, and I am sorry that I ever stained your memory. But, having insufficiently begged for your forgiveness, I must now lament selfishly. Redemption does not exist. When I lay in the dirt that will be my grave, the silence of death will not have erased what horrible acts I have committed. No punishment will rob me of my sin nor will good deed relieve me of it. What am I to do, then? Walk into hell while lifting others into heaven? I will try. I will.
couldnt sleep, heres some doodles.
Depicted: A poor soul dreams of The First to Want, The First to Take.
Dele Olanubi
Poverty of Mind
With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via nightlyquotes)
A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.
William G.T. Shedd (via thoughtkick)
Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot (via resqectable)
Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke daa
Erosion of Hope
Oh, what depths of desire lie within me
Almost unbearable
The world is a broken promise
I can't see past the gloom
Eventually, things which make and things which break
Will be not and without
Franz Kafka, from a diary entry feature "The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1923,"
Pat Parker // Nikos Kazantzakis
mortsafe
Hi, I’ve made a new set of hi-res phone wallpapers from my recent illustrations! They’re free for personal use, as always ♡
In Nepal they have a festival that honours dogs and thanks them for being our loyal furry friends.