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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
dirt enthusiast
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
Sade Olutola
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Cosmic Funnies
cherry valley forever

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blake kathryn

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Peter Solarz

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@wnyshaven
— J. W. Goethe
inscription that i am obsessed with
tbh my music taste is so hard to describe like it’s literally everything except for the songs i dont like
"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death."
- Anais Nin
"To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd."
- William Shakespeare, "Hamlet"
How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.
- Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
Yesterday I was the Moon by Noor Unnahar
"Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was."
- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles
" he who longs to meet you through his days and looks at the sky when you are away. whose world lights up with your smile and whose ruined house turns into a warm home with your voice and approaching footsteps. who falls deeper every time he looks into your eyes. who dishevells himself to fulfill your every whim. "
~ postcardswithoutanaddress
Jeanette Winterson, from Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles
Frank O'Hara, from “Biotherm (for Bill Berkson)”, The Collected Poems
A woman using her husband's shadow to protect and shelter herself from the sun in Masijd al- Harām.
When Mahmoud Darwish said, "A University degree, four books and hundereds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'."
*Little Hanuman eating a ripe mango*
Indra seeing him eat the sun: