Perhaps we are all immigrants. Trading one home for another. First we leave the womb for air. Then the suburbs for the filthy city in search of a better life. Some of us just happen to leave entire countries.
Rupi Kaur - The sun and her flowers
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Pink Floyd - Atom Heart Mother, 1970.
I will make a series of album covers in pixel art.
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I made a mockup of a fake game with Yoshi’s Island style.
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The year has not yet ended, but here’s my #2017bestnine, Thanks for all the support, i love you <3
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I hope your Sundays are full of good books and coffee. 😊
☕️☕️☕️
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hey nintendo
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The ever beautiful Tunnel of Love in Klevan, Ukraine
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Snatti [Pixiv]
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No two persons ever read the same book.
Edmund Wilson (via kristensnotebook)
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Love does not look like a person, love is our actions, love is giving all we can, even if it's just the bigger slice of the cake, love is understanding, we have the power to hurt one another, but we are going to do everything in our power to make sure we don't
The sun and her flowers, by Rupi Kaur
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One of my favorite places, and some of my favorite memories.
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