(by AustinSimons)
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Andulka
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Sade Olutola
will byers stan first human second
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Cosmic Funnies
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@theartofmadeline

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(by AustinSimons)
This Charming Girl (2004)
Letter from Leonard Bernstein to Maria Callas, November 1954.
Li Hui
\*~°~*/
私も空を飛べたなら。
P. Tchaikovsky, autograph musical quotation from Romeo & Juliette, 1888.
Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.
Joyce Carol Oates (via mythologyofblue)
But today I want Rilke to speak—through me. In the vernacular, this is known as translation. (Germans put it so much better—nachdichten—to pave over the road, over instantaneously vanishing traces.) But translation has another meaning. To translate not just into (i.e., into the Russian language), but across (a river). I translate Rilke into Russian, as he will someday translate me to the other world. By hand—across the river.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from Dark Elderberry Branch (trans. by Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine)
Yesterday morning I had the round reading room at the library completely to myself.
Fibonacci trefoil
© Rafael Araujo
I longed with all my heart for a fresh green silence between living water and forests.
Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
I am drowning, my dear, in seas of fire.
Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse (via luthienne)
you’re nervous ? yeah actually , so am i