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Vassilis Tangoulis

#Vassilis Tangoulis #vitamin sea

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pink moon dust..

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A tourist drives through the famous Tunnel Log in Sequoia National Park.

California

1960

#sequoia nacional park

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#illustration #art #black cats #artists on tumblr

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...both impressive (Tropic of Capricornio)

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

#passion for reading #henry miller #tropic of cancer

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#more than ideas #colorful silence #so many fragile things #vitamin sea

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Graffiti spotted in Quebec City

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#anarchism #antifascist #anticapitalism #anarchopunk #antifascista #cats

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"protect trans kids"

Spotted in Tauranga, Aotearoa

#graffiti #don't touch kids #protect trans kids

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I don't need one to waste looking at the sea, its living and rocking waves. I belong

Небольшая рыбалка в северной Бретани

#no need one #no luxury #vitamin sea #spain #the north

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For you have an excellent day. My name is Dog

He has a rose for you

#I Dog you #cats

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... Sí no te conmueve, mirate bien.

The destruction of Gaza, by USA weapons.

#gaza #free palestine #fuck war

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“You’re the kind of soul anyone would be lucky to be with, and you don’t even know it, the great ones never do.”

— Adrian Michael

#Adrian Michael

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Lost Book

The book I thought I had lost returned to me by the grace of a stranger’s hand — or was it the wind who whirled it like a leaf and placed it, gently, by my doorstep, in a place she knew I would find.

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#passion for reading #the book

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17. So I guess it’s time to let go of my tears, to let you go on into the night, quietly, quietly, as you let the world go, voice cut from you by the surgeon’s knife, only your hands to say goodbye, touching the leaves of the lemon tree one last time, or Britta’s pale, shivering arm, or trying to hold forever in your eyes this olive-tree twisted in the valley winds, or this flash of sunlight off the high Sierra snows.

Burton Hatlen, from Crossing Altamont

#Burton Hatlen #Crossing Altamont