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watched the stalks of a lavender bush by the bus stop dip and sway from the sheer amount of fat little bumblebees on it and you know what. some things in this world are good

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Now more than ever we need to make Tumblr unmarketable, do NOT invite the government into this space.

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Mister Rogers

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Car accents 🐈😺

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- Janusz Grabiański (Polish, 1929-1976) Illustration from Poetry for Kaya, 1969.

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夜がこんなに明るいなんて （personal work）

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A bit of a pallet cleanser for everyone.

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1.21.24 - finding comfort in routine and trying not to stress scroll about everything right now.

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i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u

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my mom was once a scared girl, too. though it’s likely, it’s hard to imagine. I sit in the attic and pour over every childhood picture of her I can find. my mother, before her sharp tongue and manicured eyebrows. before three kids and a divorce settlement. before her lookalike Hepburn haircut or even a driver’s license. how human the experience of what’s wrong with me, who am I, could I be someone worth liking? when did it worry her most? where were her hiding places? I wonder if she was the journaling type—devout in everyday cursive or quick, casual updates; stuck ticket stubs and Polaroids. the names of her heartbreaks and high school bullies. I wonder if there was ever a runaway plan she crafted and never pulled the trigger to. how many ways she pictured forever turning out. I think there’s a chance my mom is still a scared girl, though we are different in our practice. I know a cold shoulder feels easier than confrontation. under the sting of her raised voice, I hear the terror in admitting she wants to be needed. how do I tell her we are speaking the same mother tongue, but become so lost in translation.

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Bouguereau + Fruits, flowers, foliage, etc…

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Mark Grantham (Canadian), February on June Street, Halifax, 2015, Acrylic on canvas

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