Great Mothers, 6300-5300 BCE

Kiana Khansmith
Claire Keane

Love Begins
hello vonnie
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.

shark vs the universe

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
trying on a metaphor
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
cherry valley forever

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Great Mothers, 6300-5300 BCE
One is the other and is neither: among their empty names they pass and disappear, water and stone and wind
oh man. this on repeat.
the body is not a one member but many now are they many but of one body
The reason that crystals are so effective at emotionally grounding us is bc they are dense and solid and we are mostly water! This is a photo of Topaz at that Natural History Museum in NYC
Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.
I tried covering one of Joanna’s new songs ❁
Pachamama Pachamama
Come spirit. Help us sing the story of our land. You are our mother, we your field of corn. We rise from out of the soul of you.
past life music baby cheeks
The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and says: “Here is your home country.”
Nizar Qabbani (via kvtes)
It is our birthright to work with and have relationships with plants
a floral offering for the divine force that is in all things
Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That’s my utopia.
Kurt Vonnegut (via therianthrope24)