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canis-infernalis // Life at the Limit: Triumph and Tragedy in Formula One // L'Ultima Notte di Ayrton Senna // L'Icône immolée // would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

#f1

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Charles and Carlos x Icarus, The Crane Wives

#f1 #god #sometimes this sport.... #'you will forget it there' 'i wont'

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Well i Love you if that helps

#jie whenever im having a breakdown

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i do, often, think of that quote from wislawa szymborska talking about love and the inexplicability of some of it. "great love is never justified" etc. and it truly isn't. and thank god for that.

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There are ten trillion pictures of flowering trees to the point where they sometimes seem trite and overdone. But then you see a tree in full flower and go holy shit this rules and I've gotta show this to everyone so they can experience the same magic and wonder and there are ten trillion and one pictures of flowering trees

#some trees from last month + bonus me dedicatedly taking a picture of them #❤️❤️❤️

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"if you ship this thing it's because you're too naïve to understand that it's toxic and that you wouldn't like a relationship like this" actually it's because I see one of them as a mentos drop and the other as a bottle of coke zero and I want to watch the mess they'll be together

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You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

#❤️❤️❤️

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James baldwin’s the artists struggle for identity. Btw.

#❤️❤️❤️

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does tumblr still have a writeblr community

#writeblr #IF ANYONE SEES THIS i'd appreciate some info... on the current scene... i was on writeblr 2017-19?20 or smth idk how it works now

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Abandoned Winter Garden Of An Abandoned Mansion, Paris, France ~ Reginald Van de Velde

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lost your way?

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By hakoniwa

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By space meerkat

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frozen in time.

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