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You could make it right but please don’t waste my time

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Can 100% see why people join bowling leagues tbh

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I am sad today but at least it’s raining a bit

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Ash by powerjah

Then wait you become a rose again. And do not remember how often you have become ash. But how often you were reborn in ashes to a new rose.

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not people thinking they can escape heartache. avoiding it at all cost is itself a form of it

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Nakayama Tadashi (Japanese,1927-2014)

Round Dance in the Wind, 1958

Woodblock print

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Martin Podt (@martinpodt)

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Dude it’s all gotta be done in steps and when u are first starting out you get the steps out of order, so you have to back track and not only correct the order but also fix the issues those out of sequence steps created it is so fucking frustrating I am losing my mind but the time will pass anyway and there is nothing else to do but try again or give up and the irony about failure is if u do it enough and keep trying, eventually the failure isn’t so diminishing and it becomes more familiar and less shameful until one day you succeed. And even if you fall off, you land in a familiar place, and you know the way back to your summit.

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Fighting the urge to post progress photos of a coffee table I’m making for my house, I’m staining it tomorrow finally, I’m so happy w how it came out

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Say it w me, it’s no better to be safe than sorry

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May 5th, 2024

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It’s like yeah I’m up at 3:30am doing something I probably don’t need to rn but also what better time to take a digital photo of every printed photo my dad has of his childhood and my parents before me before I send them across the country. Photos I’ve never seen before, I never got to meet his parents they passed when I was a baby. And I have so many questions. The one that’s forefront is if him and my mom were ever truly in love. I should ask my mom tomorrow too. They’ve both changed so much since the divorce that they can answer truthfully I think

Even when you had to pay to print your photos folk were still taking hella pictures of they’re dogs lmao there’s so many photos of Tojo, I sent a few to my dad bc I know how I’d feel if I saw a photo of Bai-Lang after 2 decades. Dude our phones purely for the picture storage and taking puts us in a different realm than our parents.

Like I never knew my great grandma’s name on my dad’s side. Never even crossed my mind. I’m reading her obituary. I’m emotional.

And now my dad’s mom’s obit. Never got to meet her. My dad is the youngest of seven old school his mom was born lived loved and died in the same town. Husband of 52 years fuck me.

Tears in my eyes.

All the way up to sixth grade in every photo my clothes are whatever the fuck I wanted to wear it does not look good but I look like a kid I feel bad for the kids these days the pressure to be so conscious of shit like that so young gotta be rough.