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Truck Turner (1974)

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Fell asleep in dark eyeliner woke up smudged and raccoon like was in the shop at 7am for fresh juice and clementines looking like an ethnic health conscious Effy Stonem

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Pretty girl

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A metaphysical coach that I really enjoyed got exposed on a snark Reddit forum for relapsing on hard drugs and hiding it from his viewers while charging them $300 per coaching session :( He was breathing really weirdly in his last video and he does seem off but I wish him well I still think he was onto something.

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No Title by Lin Sun

This artist on Twitter

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I am sometimes astounded by the perfect beauty of this life and how it works, reality being only this moment, which as I type this has already been lost/lived through. Endless flipping through quantum scenes. Memory being the most seductive imaginal act of all. Nothing outside of my beliefs ever allowed to present as true. What a spiritual conflict it makes as soon as you desire a longer lasting and unblemished happiness. And when I think about you during the day and you arrive in my dreams how marvellous. All of us animated and connected via the same source, the same God, the brilliance that never rests or changes

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I spent too much on shipping for a white tube top. Really questioning my financial maturity but admiring my awareness of how cute the top will look w my silver Etsy bangles

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In the white lucid morning, glowing still with rain and winter scent, I committed myself to you again, secretly, in silence. Love—eternal, devotional—rose its perfumed head. Calm ecstatic hymns drown out the emptiness that I had, up until the last moment, been perceiving as caused by you. And warm sensations rise like spring river water thawing out to wash over the pain I had thought you were giving me. Regardless of the black countryside and your wild snorting horse and your endless drawing of swords, I will no longer permit a dark word against you, I will not allow my inner flock of vultures to hunt hungrily for your decay. For you alone I am not who I once was. For you alone I find no joy in battle. For you alone I wait for the dance of war to dwindle. I recognize and protect your weaknesses which call for such rigid strategies, I see the logic in your once incomprehensible stance. I love you also when you wear that mask of blood and when you disguise your heavenly scent with bad behaviors. There is a cost that comes with loving a soldier of this world. Our land is full of thunder and you are the one I watch shyly, recognizing, awe-overflowing, that you do not want to fight but it is all that you know, and so go. I remain here, affections transforming into humble duty, preparing your ointments and your stew. I will remain alive feeding on meat and memory’s warm liquids, listening to the musical tones of nature, imagining that it is your harsh voice somewhere over the mountain ranges that commands the winds to move in such a magical direction.

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#<3

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leonard cohen’s house in hydra, greece 2002

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A Palestinian Bedouin woman and her child, southern Palestine - c.1898

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Pilar Albarracín Source

#Felt

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An Iraqi shepherd tends his flock of sheep in the Kurdish town of Aqrah on March 21, 2016. (Safin Hamed/AFP/Getty Images)

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Shaman, Siberia, ca. 1900

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The Sea of Galilee. Dennis Stock, 1976.

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È vero, amore scusa….Già me l'hai detto il tuo nome….Ho davvero una brutta memoria. Baby, sorry, come ti chiami….? 🤭