The Stonewall Inn
YOU ARE THE REASON

oozey mess
macklin celebrini has autism
KIROKAZE

if i look back, i am lost
taylor price

Origami Around
Noah Kahan
Monterey Bay Aquarium

#extradirty
occasionally subtle

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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almost home
Fai_Ryy
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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@uchiha-sensei
i want Things. i'm sorry marx
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID
Photography by Daniel Hsu
my dead wife. the ad free internet
watching dreamily recorded footage of a web forum from 2003
"I Drivhuset" (1980) by Susanne Ussing — Sculpture installed at Ordrupgaardsamlingen
She has now grown too big to get out through the doorway. She will have to bust her way out.
Happy Birthday, Yoo Joonghyuk.
Art based on a poem by Langston Hughes, from "The Weary Blues" (1925).
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Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026
"when people ask how you're doing, they don't really care." most of them do, actually, the amount they care is just directly proportional to how well they know you. you're just mad you can't be the main character of the Twice Daily.
if i am doing shitty and the check out girl asks me, "how are you?" i will say,"man, i've been better." we are strangers to each other. she doesn't need to know my whole life story. she doesn't need to know about my credit score and my hemorrhoids or my uncle in the hospital. she just needs enough to respond "been there, buddy. hey, at least the day is almost over?" and then we part ways. i have been on both sides of thousands of exchanges like this, the only one making you do a little song and dance is you, my friend
The Lovers by Jef Joseph Marie Thomas Lambeaux (1852-1908)
by Christopher Smith
Leopold Schmutzler (1864–1941) “Siren”
Unheld by Lina Poluna
"Waiting Gradually Eats The Soul"
by A.F. Vandevorst.
Beautiful, no notes. (Found it on Facebook, tracked it back to Reddit)