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it would be nice if we could befriend the moon and the stars 

robert brault / elizabitchtaylor / marguerite duras / edvard munch / kazuo ishiguro / edgar allan poe / lisa kleypas / frederic william burton / plato / emery allen

i love this show

im queer as in gay, yes, but also queer as in really very peculiar

THE GARDEN

kissa u

Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

Jason deCaires Taylor (English-Guyanese, b. 1974, Dover, England) - No Turning Back, in Punta Nizuc, Mexico, 2013, Underwater Sculpture

please be gentle to your pets, they trust you so much and believe that whatever youre doing for them is the best thing. they trust you to be kind and benevolent. small critter or otherwise, you have the trust of this animal, and i implore you to be gentle and decent. don’t betray that trust

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ [source: milo_the_toller on instagram]

Walt Whitman, 'Song of the Open Road', Leaves of Grass

be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.

Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro

You are my everything

Why am i wheezing at this

“the sunlight today touched me just like. i wanted it to and still does as i remain here lying. with the grass blades against my arms like obscure lovers. i have never been in love. the sunlight, its warmth. rippling against my light-ached flesh. what i was proud of.”

— Joanna Cleary, from “After Pride,” published in Glass (via lifeinpoetry)

For my 3D production class I had to create a three shot short that was a remake of an existing movie scene- with muppets. I ran out of time to do the particle water effects, but this is basically Pacific Rim anyway.

inktober day 2 - the moon

not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger. But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile.

Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via yesyes)

Incoming cloud.

get okay with being some level of burden on others, seriously

go home

The Lighthouse (2019) // It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia - Mac & Dennis Move to The Suburbs (2016) 

wtf is going on <3

Dusk: a blade of honey between our shadows, draining.

Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. (via xshayarsha)

The  Astronomer’s Garden ~ Ulla Thynell