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Kamchatka by kirillpotapov

who? me??

The urge to start a dead poets society in Delhi>>>>

Kardo yaar pls pls🔮✨

i need to be by the lake

pith, rhiannon mcgavin

I need to by the lakes & just sit there for hours 🤍✨

Savansankoy, Sanliurfa. 2007. A minaret stands above a flooded mosque on the Euphrates river. The village was abandoned after it was half-submerged under the flood waters of the Birecik Dam in 1999.

give me all the details. what you were like as a kid. where you’re from. what your deepest fears are. what makes you laugh uncontrollably. how you laugh when you do it uncontrollably. memories you’re too shy to tell the world. the last time you cried. give me details, no matter how monotonous or dull you think they may be. i find them to be the most fascinating aspects of who you are. and i want to know everything.

i mean this completely seriously but… a cup of coffee can save your life a little, a shower can save your life a little, making your favorite meal can save your life a little…….little things actually add up to really big things in the long run if you let them, the secret to surviving everyday is infusing a little bit of magic into the mundane i truly believe that

Loving Vincent

sry for having a certain allure which only the enlightened can see

there's so much love, in museums.

– Via "twinnedpeaks" on Tumblr

You're often anxious because you hate the feeling of the seconds slipping away from you. The world is changing every day. And every day you're getting older. But there are still so many things you haven't done. You want to hold on to the sand. But the harder you squeeze, the quicker the sand slips from the cracks between your fingers, until nothing is left…

– Chen Qiufan, from “The Fish of Lijiang,” Invisible Planets: An Anthology of Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation (Tor, 2018)

anyway. Every once in a while you a read a book that slices your heart open and reminds you of the humongous amount of art and literature and people and experiences that could make you feel the same way and your heart kind of grows a little too much inside your chest and you find yourself aching for all of that beauty and all of these emotions and you wish with just a tiny bit of selfishness you could have it all at once just to make sure you don’t miss any of it

i just completed 40 rules of love by Elif Shafak & i don't think there could be more relatable than this🤍😭

i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing

Hanif Abdurraqib, in “Why this poet sees grief as its own kind of spiritual practice”

More flowers from my garden over the past few years.

(Anemone, pansies, dahlia, cosmos & paper daisy)

life would be so much better if I was napping with my head on his chest rn

June, July, August. Every day, we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes.