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june 2025

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🌞 a little bit of sunshine 🌞

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“Someone somewhere is searching for you in every person they meet.”

— Unknown

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(by Iman Gozal)| Kazbegi, Georgia

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Before sunrise

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(by Matt Wang)| British Columbia, Canada

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Space art by Kazuaki Iwasaki, Tatsushi Morimoto, Hitoshi Ikematsu, and Akira Yokoyama.

(h/t @jca-archive)

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L'HEURE BLEUE SUR LE SAINT LAURENT.

Rivière du Loup.

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as sure as tomorrow will come 🥀

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I couldn’t care less

even if I tried

I wish I could

care

less

♾️

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time machine me up outta here already

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In death, love is free to live and carry on, albeit through grief and memory. Without death, love is forced to be imprisoned, smothered, or exiled. It may undergo a mysterious and merciful alchemy to become something else in time, but the formula of this process is unknown to me.

Poetry by @flowerworkpoems 🖤

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don’t kid yourself 🌧️🌧️🌧️

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If Only He Could Stay

You used to bring me handpicked flowers

and sunshine from your face,

but that little boy is gone now,

left near without a trace.

Yet, here he is before me,

and standing in his place

is the man who took my boy from me

And keeps him far away.

Can’t he come back home now?

Please, can’t he come to stay?

I’d give anything for his flowers

And just one sunshine day

Can’t you come back home now?

Oh, how long must I wait?

I’d give my life to hold him

God, if only he could stay!