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Pots drying around a fire

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Nothing knows the sound of abandonment like a highway does, not even God.

Hanif Abdurraqib, “When We Were 13, Jeff’s Father Left The Needle Down On A Journey Record Before Leaving The House One Morning And Never Coming Back”  (via buttonpoetry)

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By Vera Pavlova Russian illustrator of children’s books.

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lov 2 observe 

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Finished portrait of Prairie, oil on wood, 2018. If you’re reading this Prairie, I love you.

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Gustave Courbet - The Young Bather, 1866 (detail)

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Donna Summer

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i loved your thesis bro <3 hmu

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Who was singing? The beach was deserted like always, but there was that voice, sometimes near, sometimes far. At one point it seemed to come from the sea itself… or from an inlet among the rocks, the numerous rocks… that she had never realized were like flesh. And the voice in that spot sounded so sweet. Who was singing? Everything was singing. Everything.

Red Desert (1964) dir. Michelangelo Antonioni

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‘Beauty’ for ELLE Denmark, shot by Dennis Stenild.

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IF YOU MISS SOMEONE JUST GO TELL THEM 

IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY HEARING THAT SOMEONE THOUGHT OF YOU, THEN DO IT TOO

MAKE SOMEONE HAPPY

MAKE SOMEONE FEEL LOVED

MAKE SOMEONE FEEL APPRECIATED

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Moonlight (2016) x St. Vincent (Los Angeless)

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Aaron Gilbert, Phantom Limb