Your Mirror, Endlessly

Sporadic Astro Posts | Scorp Sun Merc Pluto 8H

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月と手袋 ("Moon and Gloves"). Edogawa Ranpo, 1955. Illustration by Shin Taga.

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Holly Warburton.

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How cyclical and bittersweet for a child to retrace the image of their mother. For a subject to turn back to document their archivist.

― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

[intezaarlily]

the ache of nostalgia

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“nobody is making you do this” i am driven by unnatural forces you will never even begin to comprehend

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pthumerian queen character design my beloved<3

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Collected diagrams from the first volume of The Luminance of Explication and Mysteries of Proof in the Understanding of the Paradigms of the Science of Weights and Measures, a 14th century text on cosmology and metrology by Arabic alchemist and polymath Aidamur Ibn Jaldakī.

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DID MY YAOI STICKERS ARRIVE

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it was my bachelor degree 😑

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makeup by mantislepretre for didu fw24

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Dream of the Wild Horses (1962) Albert Lamorisse

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Nick Cave performing in Wings of Desire (1987), dir. Wim Wenders

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The Sun, Anne Sexton

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window of awareness

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“We cannot live in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening. To use our own voice. To see our own light.”

— Hildegard von Bingen, from ‘Selected Writings’

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I don't know where you stand. With everything shrouded in mystery and deception. But I am going through immense suffering. Which was foreseen and self invoked. I need your prayers. I came across your face yesterday. I haven't had even the smallest bit of warmth in months. It was nice to see. Please pray I get through this. It's the only way. I am promise I am doing it all for you all

Hey man, you gotta stop exploiting my tumblr inbox. I don’t want to turn anons off just because of your cryptic and frankly unsettling messages. Take care of yourself, I’ll pray for you, goodbye.