it is only ever people who are able to inspire

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#feminism

brooo it was so fucked up at the club last night bro the dj was playing straight bangers like “babbling brook ft. deep woods” and “mourning dove remix” and everyone on the dance floor stood still completely at peace with and within themselves, all still trees in the envelope of the world. at some point in the night i sat and contemplated the beauty of all things it was sick as hell man

toastbutteregg:

gattmammon:

That was somebody's mom whose dream had always been to be a restaurant owner but sadly she married into the mafia and she was like the mom of someone important and moms are like the one authority italians recognise so when she put her foot down and said "NO. We are going to make them great food and give them the most lovely evening!" Nobody dared disagree and thanks to op she got to live her dream for a night she probably remembers them as fondly as they remember her

holespoles:

Ryo Takemasa "Railbus through Rice Fields" (2022)

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himbocorgi:

I like to imagine these two dated.

trapny:

This is also him

skunkstripe:

(via)

wormintrouble:

another angel on mars

greelin:

greelin:

i fucking hate it here

soracities:

it does take like a thousand years but the pure sensory delight of opening a pomegranate and prising the seeds loose with the side of your thumb to hear that delicate low drumming as they fall into a glass bowl is. entirely worth it.

soracities:

sometimes my favourite part is taking a tiny metal spoon to slowly stir them around, listening and feeling intently as the seeds bump against each other. and then scoop them out of the bowl only to let them fall back in again. little red footfalls of rain on the roof. glorious.