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Camille Pissarro - The Artist's Garden at Eragny, 1898
i look at this painting and i feel the sun on my back and the soil between my fingers! i look at this and i feel the warmth and freshness of the air! i hear birdsong and leaves rustling! i feel human and alive!
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to put it lightly the world is doomed without devotion and love
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i like that i dont have to worry about being murdered all that much, but an excuse to own and carry a collection of neat knives would be most delightful and well worth any concerns of dying by the blade of an enemy.
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if you proudly dislike “Stay Stay Stay,” then i distrust you completely
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The wild beasts of the world - Frank Finn - 1909 - via Internet Archive
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“hot girl summer” no dummy it’s anguished woman autumn so are you coming to wander the moors with a lantern and a nightgown in the pouring rain or not because we leave at 8
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oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood
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christmas socks and wham!’s “last christmas” should always be socially acceptable, but if i hear “all i want for christmas is you” before thanksgiving i will steal christmas
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i imagine getting my own place all the time and going down to the grocery store early in the morning before everyone else and to the coffee shop and having a really small place with wide windows and lots of plants and shelves of books and a tiny kitchen where i can make tea and noodles and a bed with a pile of blankets and just a place i can make uniquely my own or maybe a place i could share with someone but i just think about this place a lot idk
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