everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now. we will never be here again.
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There's something about a lonely human walking in the snow with decaying megastructures in the background that really sings to me.
The Kalyazin RT-64, built to speak to long-dead spacecraft on Soviet Martian/Venusian missions and possible extra-Solar communications.
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Everything I feel returns to you somehow
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Margaret Qualley as Honey O'Donahue — Honey Don't! (2025) dir. Ethan Coen
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Environmental Protection - Bats, Postage Stamps - Poland, 1997
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"I Got Lost" by Marfa Tymchenko, 1997
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Synagogue in Khust, Ukraine, 1995
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i love the conclave. what do you mean the entire world has tv cameras trained on the chimney of an old italian palace waiting for days or weeks until the color of the smoke changes and we find out who’s been elected as the next supreme dictator of catholicism
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In his old age, James McNeill Whistler used to walk down to the Atlantic shore carrying a few thin planks and his paints. On the planks he painted, day after day, in broad, blurred washes representing sky, water, and shore, three blurry light-filled stripes. These are late Whistlers; I like them very much. In the high Arctic I thought of them, for I seemed to be standing in one of them. If I loosed my eyes from my shoes, the gravel at my feet, or the chaos of ice at the shore, I saw what newborn babies must see: nothing but senseless variations of light on the retinas. The world was a color-field painting wrapped round me at an unknown distance;
James McNeill Whistler- various seascapes from 1893-1900 //Annie Dillard, An Expedition to the Pole
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fiona apple is releasing a new song next week about the impact of pre-trial detention on especially Black mothers.visit lethergohome to learn about to learn about the injustices perpetrated against the 160,000 women and girls incarcerated in the united states every day and see a preview of fiona's upcoming song.
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Śmigus-Dyngus celebrated in Limanowa, Poland, 1988. Fot. Włodzimierz Pniewski [source].
Śmigus-Dyngus or Lany Poniedziałek (Wet Monday) is a celebration held on Easter Monday in Poland, nowadays incorporated into Christianity but having roots in ancient pagan traditions of throwing water on people in rites meaning to purify them for the arrival of spring.
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