The Science Diaries of S. Sunkavally. Page 161.

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Not today Justin
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Mike Driver
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sade Olutola

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ojovivo

PR's Tumblrdome

JVL
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

shark vs the universe

bliss lane

Love Begins
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Noah Kahan
Claire Keane
taylor price

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The Science Diaries of S. Sunkavally. Page 161.
The Forerunner ('Le Précurseur') (Eugène Trigoulet, 1894)
Adam Clague (American b.1982), Cara Oranges and Coffee, 2022, Oil on board
Buster Keaton in The Cook (1918)
Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc, Dante Émile
Jeanne d’Arc-Sarah Bernhardt, 1889-1894 Eugène Grasset
St Michael the Archangel and St Joan of Arc
The disease of writing. This pathological hope of grasping, even fleetingly, the expressible marrow of every lived moment, and the kernel of what remains unspoken in all speech.
— Pierre Péju, La Vie courante
i wish i was a cishet guy so that i could start a podcast and go to the gym and allow that to fulfill me spiritually. but instead i have these visions
-what?
-nothing
Jewelry by Moon and Serpent
The Dyke Project manifesto printed on the back of estradiol and testogel boxes
from my notion archives, green forever 🌳
all photos by me, reblog is ok, don’t repost/use
[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.
𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬
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