Today's Document
if i look back, i am lost
ellievsbear
Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Peter Solarz
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
shark vs the universe
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
NASA
EXPECTATIONS
Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane
blake kathryn
seen from United States
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seen from Norway
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from Türkiye
seen from Venezuela
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@vyoriitheweenie
DO NOT MAIL IN YOUR BALLOTS ANYMORE.
TAKE THEM TO A LEGITIMATE DROPBOX,
OR TAKE THEM TO THE BALLOT OFFICE.
Several states have ruled that, even if they’re postmarked by election day, they won’t count votes that come in afterward (yes, this is voter suppression. No, we don’t have time fight it by election day)
If you’re voting by mail, TAKE THEM TO THE BALLOT OFFICE OR A LEGITIMATE DROPBOX!
Lupita Nyong’o photographed by An Le for Grazia UK November 2017
Shan Jiang - https://www.behance.net/shanJiang - https://www.tumbral.com/tag/Shan%20Jiang
William H. Johnson - Lamentation (1944)
youtuber: WHAT is up everybody, itcha boy back again
me: youre no boy of mine
youtuber: WHAT is up everybody, itcha boy back again
me: youre no boy of mine
Run, Sponge Bob, run!
There is a small but growing generation of grandparents younger than the nintendo entertainment system.
what the fuck is that and why is it all sad and alone
look at its haircut haha nerd
Little Red Riding Hood, 1883, Albert Anker
Coping Mechanisms
I lost my husband and my daughter last summer. I was a wife and a mother. Now I’m neither. I’m alone in a big house overlooking the lake that stole the loves of my life.
Sometimes, when the house is quiet, Maria, the housekeeper, says she hears them talking and laughing together. I don’t know if she’s telling the truth or just saying it to make me think they’re watching over me with love in their ghostly hearts. It doesn’t particularly matter. I know they’re dead. If anyone’s watching over me, it’s Maria.
My life is a haze of daydreams and inactivity. The payout from Franklin’s life insurance policy means I won’t have to work again if I don’t want to. I probably will at some point. I’m just not ready yet. Every night, I go to bed wearing the same outfit I wore the last time I embraced my husband and daughter. It’s not much comfort, but it’s better than nothing.
About two weeks ago, Maria said she saw footprints in the hallway while she cleaned. Wet ones. It took me an hour to calm her down. I love Maria, but her superstitions can sometimes cause problems. I assured her she couldn’t have seen what she claimed, and I think I sounded pretty convincing. Still, in the back of my mind, I felt a twinge of fear. Not just fear; hope. But no. It was Maria’s superstition rubbing off on me.
Continue reading.
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Focus on the cat eyes
dang girl are you my appendix because I don’t understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out
so last night i dreamt that werner herzog produced this documentary called ‘one week as snail’, and legit it was just herzog following a single snail around this little town, commenting on everything it did and coming up with this detailed philosophy of a snail. he didn’t give it a name because he believed snails had no concept of such things. and then it was like: ‘here this snail eats a bit of cabbage, not knowing its source or the people who picked it. this snail does not understand the supply and demand chain. it does what it wants, oblivious to the suffering of others.’
be the hero you want to see in the world
