Country Home Collection, 1992

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@treesandnebulas
Country Home Collection, 1992
it’s 3 am and i can’t stop looking at ceramics on instagram
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Imagine you're looking out the window of the International Space Station, at a height of about 450 km above Earth's surface. You're stunned by just how small yet significant you feel in the moment. You notice the vivid curvature of the Earth, the sun magnificently rising above the still existent horizon. You turn to look at the stars realising that they aren't above you but all around you. You smile to yourself. The feeling seems surreal. It's like love, like you finally understand the infinite. The auroral lights are engaged in a dazzling dance, it's breathtakingly awe-inspiring. The experience of microgravity is spiffing yet your heart still feels bounded to Earth. A big, blue marble with white swirls amidst the cosmic nothingness. The only home you've ever known. Your little playground of wonders in a seemingly infinite, wonderous universe.
If anyone ever thinks that nobody will remember you or miss you if you die:
Today I read about a 17 year old girl who died recently. I didnt recognise her name, but I recognise her face.
I used to work at Subway, and I remember her. She would come in every Friday with her friends and order a tuna sandwich, double cheese and toasted. I knew her order off by heart because it was all she ever ordered, and she would always be very polite. I never knew her name until today.
I haven't seen her since I quit working there, 3 years ago. But I remember her and I remember her voice and her order and how polite she was and how I was always jealous of her hair. Now she will never order another 6 inch tuna sub and that is really upsetting me.
Somebody will miss you. Someone will remember you. The cashier at your local shop. The woman who always likes seeing you walk your dog. Your next door neighbours. A fellow school pupil who always admires your makeup or your hair. You will be missed.
“If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.”
— John Green
my heart is full with glistening, boundless appreciation - i have found home with the romantics, poets, authors, muses, the lost & the found.
- s. w. // rediscovering my favourite corner of the internet
I want to go on a long late night drive someday. I'd like to go alone. I want to feel the wind ruffling my hair as I sing a bunch of songs that mean a lot to me, at the top of my lungs. I'd like to aimlessly go to a place where the only light that shines is of the moon and stars. I want to feel the terror and joy of being all alone in a rather absurd place, mirroring the fears of life itself. The thought of the people whom I love, ever present in my mind, reminding me of how love is the one thing that makes absolute sense to me. Just like the beauty that'll exist in the strangeness of the moment, I'd know that life in the end, despite of all the absurdity, is meant to be enjoyed. What other way is there to cherish this one life of ours?
anyone else feel like there’s not enough time during the day, even during quarantine? like, i’m trying to read a book and write and watch a movie and practice an instrument and bake and do my homework and draw and dance and sing and facetime my friends, all while getting enough sleep, and there’s just not enough time. i want a day to be as long as a week. time is moving too fast.
'"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."'
- Bob Ross
“I stay hidden. I’m sort of hard to find.”
— Bob Ross
WHAT
The Humours of Whiskey by Hozier but someone is singing it while you’re on a walk, exploring a forest. Somehow the voice is coming from every direction at once, echoing all around you but at the same time it is drawing you into a very specific direction. Wait, didn’t you hear rumours about fae folk living in this forest?
(best with headphones)
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animals: cottagecore edition!!