THE SEARCHERS dir. John Ford (1956)
almost home

JVL
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kiana Khansmith
trying on a metaphor

pixel skylines
Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

No title available

izzy's playlists!
occasionally subtle

★
YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
No title available
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Sade Olutola
No title available
Stranger Things
Peter Solarz

seen from Germany

seen from Türkiye
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Italy
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Australia

seen from Slovakia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Indonesia
seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

seen from France
seen from Italy

seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Spain
seen from United States
@workinprogress-in-melbourne
THE SEARCHERS dir. John Ford (1956)
I like Earth. Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller
Mrs. Doubtfire (1993) dir. Chris Columbus
LABYRINTH (1986) dir. Jim Henson
Boris Nemensky - Memory of the Smolensk Land (1984)
Indeed
Featured on Dangerous Minds, 2015
"Photograph" by Pavel Ilie (1970)
Is Sean okay?
Making lemonade
AT THE END, A DOOR
by Maureen N. McLane
I walked through
and on the other side
I thought I’d look back
through the door
“that was another life”
here I am on this side
standing looking
same life
... Because there's always a moment outside of time when the hurts and the resentments fade away and what's left is the living memory of something important, and that's the truth, and the beauty.
Sharon Messner, "No one told us we couldn't"
Blast from the past
In Perpetual Spring
By Amy Gerstler
Gardens are also good places
to sulk. You pass beds of
spiky voodoo lilies
and trip over the roots
of a sweet gum tree,
in search of medieval
plants whose leaves,
when they drop off
turn into birds
if they fall on land,
and colored carp if they
plop into water.
Suddenly the archetypal
human desire for peace
with every other species
wells up in you. The lion
and the lamb cuddling up.
The snake and the snail, kissing.
Even the prick of the thistle,
queen of the weeds, revives
your secret belief
in perpetual spring,
your faith that for every hurt
there is a leaf to cure it.
Whenever I’m trying to remember something important—a due date, a birthday, the name of a friend’s new baby (oops!)—I’m always amazed by the
I love risotto too