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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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maybe next year instead of amateur fireworks on every block for hours and hours we can try holding up a single beautiful flower
owls + apples 🍎
ID: A youtube comment with 11 likes by Niceone, it says "I've lived 46 years without knowing this. How nice of life to save some of the best bites for later." End ID.
Normally, people tend to get frustrated, even jokingly, if they miss out on something. This comment was on a song from 1974 and it made me smile quite much. Simply appreciative. Like a dessert after dinner.
It is genuinely mind blowing to me just how many Tumblr posts have changed my life for the better and taught me to be happier. Not all of the thoughts originate on Tumblr, but the way people collect and frame them has literally changed my brain chemistry.
7/9/2026
i like when you can See the Bones.
image: tweet. "as long as im alive, i can begin again and again and again again and again and again again and again and again". end ID.
Northern Fires, Sunset - William H. Hays , 2026.
American , b. 1956 -
Colour reduction linocut print , 9 x 12 in.
"Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible."
Sylvia Plath
Kaoru Yamada artwork
Lately instead of picking up my phone for the 3-8mins I might have in between I have been reading poems and rereading poems and (re)discovering the joy of preserving a poem in your memory. It is completely different to read a poem and mull it over for a bit than to have it live in your head to mull over it at any time, to mull over any line at any time, to see what you remember and what you forget, what you remember wrong and why... it really feels like the words live and grow inside my head. Gives me so much understanding of how people "used to live" as in learning things by heart. To have a little library in your head to return to is so different than using external memory tools. One day I read a poem in which there was a horse that really settled down in my heart (its coat shining earth in the moonlight/ (half-earth itself, half-wind)) and reading my daughter a children's book there was a horse and I had a deja vu of -- oh, where did I meet this horse who really touched my heart? only to realise it was in the poem. Words, at their best, can contain physical touch...
Stairs up to the sidewalk and the sidewalk
Moon Glow | Brenda Erikson
Linn Meyers(American, b.1968)
1. untitled, 2021, 78 x 66 inches, acrylic ink on panel, private collection 2. untitled, 2020, 78 x 66 inches, acrylic ink on panel, collection of the amore pacific museum, seoul, south korea via more
Dating an incomprehensibly large megastructure girl is interesting because she will send you pics of endless halls and chasms of impossible geometry on scales that threaten to break you fragile perception of reality in 2 taken from security cameras miles above the ground and then respond with something like ">///////////////////////////////<"
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