MADE OF STAR STUFF



nana, brazil
a little bit of what you may
find inside my head

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bouncingdodecahedrons:

“The cosmos is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be. Our contemplations of the cosmos stir us. There is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a great height. We know we are approaching the grandest of mysteries.”

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a-short-history-of-nothing: lecafeshop: juliette et justinemiho matsuda tippet OH MY GOD GET ON MY BODY

a-short-history-of-nothing:

lecafeshop:

juliette et justine
miho matsuda tippet

OH MY GOD

GET ON MY BODY

monsterousgirl: yes yeeeeessssss CARALHO

monsterousgirl:

yes yeeeeessssss

CARALHO

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lemon-sprinkles: I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.  He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”  And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’

lemon-sprinkles:

I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.

 He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”

 And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’

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me

me

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