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I'm a connoisseur of roads.

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Jenna Ortega in Ashi Studio Couture Fall 2025

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The older I get, the more I find that you can only live with beings who liberate you, who love you with an affection that is as light to bear as it is strong to feel. Life today is too hard, too bitter, too debilitating for us to suffer new bondages, new captivities from those whom we love. This is how I am your friend: I love your happiness, your freedom, your adventure, in a word - and I would like to be, for you, a companion you can be sure of, always.”

— Albert Camus, (to René Char, 1957) in "Camus-Char: Correspondence 1946-1959) (Gallimard, 2007) (via Alive on All Channels)

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“I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.”

— Dawn Lanuza

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Still Life with Fruits, Detail.

by Abraham Mignon (1640 - 1679)

Dated: 1679

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Any love I showed you is yours to keep.

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Have you ever seen dust dancing in sunbeams? How it glitters like flecks of gold? Maybe that is the true alchemy. Not changing what something is, but seeing it in a new light.

~ LE Bowman, "Shapeshifter" (Button Poetry, March 4, 2025) (via Jules of Nature)

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Saturn peeking behind the Moon, seen from the top of the Mauna Kea Volcana, in Hawaii, in September 2024. Do you realise a person on Earth took that picture. Wow.

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Big, big fan of when things are covered in moss or ivy. I just think it's neat.

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Spangle-cheeked Tanager

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don’t talk to me if I’m overstimulated and sweating and it’s way too hot for me to even breathe cause I’ll kill you

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Waves lapped at the shore, hissing on the pebbles, and he sensed his heartbeat adjust to their ebb and flow. The charcoal moths rose in clouds, feeding on the curious variety of berry that flourished on the hill. Even when ripe and black, their flavour was as sharp as lemons and there was a ferrous, metallic taste to them. The little creatures hovered in the sogginess and drop of the fruit, the air tainted with a chemical lushness. The two brightest stars comforted him. Arcturus, harbinger of storm, and Vega, the eagle falling on its prey, reassured him that all would be well.

– Colin Insole, from “The Hill of Cinders,” Valerie and Other Stories (2018)

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I finished the sentence for you.

At the end real ones never leave