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Stranger Things
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if i look back, i am lost
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Janaina Medeiros

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Acquired Stardust
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Claire Keane

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
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@undinesea
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You do not have to earn softness. it belongs to you.
What are your favorite perfumes?
I love this question! Perfume has long been one of my greatest passions. Over the years, I’ve built a rather extensive collection, thanks in equal measure to the generosity of cherished loved ones and the occasional indulgence of my own. Of all the fragrances I own, these five are the ones I reach for most often, though each truly shines in its own season.
White Rice by d’Annam Vixen by For Strange Women Angélique Noire by Guerlain Valaya by Parfums de Marley Eau Duelle EDT by Diptyque
Something like a fire is raging // in my heart. I am buoyed that there is beauty / to be found at the center of my suffering.
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Three, Bakandamiya
Moon by Mandrágora
Photo by Miriam Schaerer
Don't let modernity take the magic out of your life. Allow yourself to see the world as a beautiful place, a place you belong in, one that you were made for.
My flowers are ready to bloom, soon I can wear them as a crown. The fire of my love is going to engulf my entire soul.
Abduxaliq Uyghur, "To Bloom," from Uyghur Poems
Peach Blossom by terriporter2011
And she is what's immense about the night.
Li-Young Lee, "Dwelling," from Book of My Nights: Poems
Black swan
Look at the birds. Even flying is born out of nothing. The first sky is inside you, open at either end of day. The work of wings was always freedom, fastening one heart to every falling thing.
Li-Young Lee, "One Heart," from Book of My Nights: Poems
Spatial awareness is a necessity for art to inform the artist, for the work to no longer sit outside the body but move through it like weather, changing shape depending on where it lands. Information is never neutral; it is digested differently in each room it enters, softened or sharpened by silence, and the air between objects, by the invisible distance that decides what becomes meaning and what dissolves.
Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Dorothy Brett dated 29 August 1921
Photo by Chantal Convertini
Burst forth from the depths into sublime arrows, citrus rays aimed adjacent to the sky. Spill over the rocks, lacquer-bright waves, clear and fragrant with a dream— your smile an embrace, like a necklace close to the heart, swaying from the abyss.
by hoan_canonian