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todays bird
Sweet Seals For You, Always
AnasAbdin
Peter Solarz

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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Not today Justin
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi
styofa doing anything
ojovivo
Sade Olutola

Kaledo Art

if i look back, i am lost

tannertan36

Kiana Khansmith
taylor price
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@toofnut
i drinka the coffee i get big
real yearners miss shit that never even happened
april in northern california, 2024
"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
can i get a fucking ETA on “this too shall pass”?
Japanese Wisteria (Wisteria floribunda 'Alba')
I've failed to read rooms I was alone in
proud of anyone putting effort into becoming a better version of themselves
Anne Carson (2009)
Arthur S. Way (1898)
George Theodoridis (2010)
Ian C. Johnston (2010)
E.P. Coleridge (1910)
Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)
John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)
R. Potter (1906)
M. L. West (1987)
William Arrowsmith (1958)
Philip Vellacott (1972)
Michael Wodhull (1782)
Kenneth McLeish (1997)
David Kovacs (2002)
Andrew Wilson (1993)
Euripides - Original (408 BCE)
worst thing about a job is that you have to. keep showing up. like you have to. you gotta.
Adam Clague (American b.1984), Glowing Citrus, 2026, Oil on board
isolation the most goated coping mechanism i love talking to no one and losing my mind alone
there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
Tomorrow? like the thing that killed Macbeth?