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Gerald Scarfe’s art for Pink Floyd’s THE WALL (1979).
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"Ok Google, 'Define pluviophile'" :)
Pluviophile - (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
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Elephant Cove - Australia (by Trevor Dobson) 
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first real halloween and im missing out. hmm.
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“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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finally, some good news: 
“snail watches drifting” rated “genuine, undoctored” by snopes
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By reirei_illustration
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Skull and Spooks
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My Instagram
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write it down.
if you think it, say it. you are unique. today, tomorrow, forever there is no one like you. your mind, your soul, unprecedented. so whether you feel full of talent or full of regret. passion pumping through your veins or needles. either way that zeal controls and consumes and until you unleash it you’re also trapped in the cage of not knowing. not being aware of who you are. who is to say what is beautiful? a life holds breath in its lungs and in that small detail, we feel the same. but a life that is awoken holds thoughts and dreams and inspiration abounding. neurons firing too fast to keep up but write it down. because when you think it, it’s gone. and was it worth it? it could’ve been. what if it is?
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• p e r f e c t i o n • My debut poetry collection, “Conversations with the Moonlight” available now on Amazon! Link in my bio 🙏🏻💙 #jessicamichelle #wordswithqueens Amazing illustration by @sivan.ka
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