lost in translation 2024 LP

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One Nice Bug Per Day
noise dept.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
RMH

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todays bird
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PR's Tumblrdome
Color Me Curious

@theartofmadeline
Not today Justin
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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tannertan36

gracie abrams

Origami Around
Xuebing Du

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lost in translation 2024 LP
Katamari Damacy OST (2005)
Hanna Lee: darkness that embraces me (2023)
Chungking Express (Wong Kar-wai, 1994)
LV luggage pngs
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@ trinkkyy
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pressing questions (1/?)
me when therse apple slices at the function
When you know something’s gon be good
you’re so cool, nicole dollanganger c. 2015
idk what’s wrong with me
So, your life. There it is before you – possibly a road, a ribbon, a dotted line, a map – let’s say you’re 25, then you make some decisions, do things, have setbacks, have triumphs, become someone, a bus driver, a professor of Indo-European linguistics, a pirate, a cosmetologist, years pass, maybe in a family maybe not, maybe happy maybe not, then one day you wake up and you’re seventy. Looking ahead you see a black doorway. You begin to notice the black doorway is always there, at the edge, whether you look at it or not. Most moments contain it, most moments have a sort of sediment of black doorway at the bottom of the glass. You wonder if other people are seeing it too. You ask them. They say no. You ask why. No one can tell you.
A minute ago you were 25. Then you went ahead getting the life you want. One day you looked back from 25 to now and there it is, the doorway, black, waiting.
— anne carson, gloves on!
Words from Clarice Lispector in The Hour of the Star
He eat a nemon
I don't care anymore
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