Close up of the 'gill' structure of the Hooded Nudibranch.
| Artist: John Rix
🐌 Goblincore month on @mynocturnality
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I know we have a lot of indifference, but under the moon we appear blue. It'll just be you, me, the pale moon lights.
~Fredi
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"...my heart too small to bandage their terrible faults.”
-sylvia plath, 'berck-plage'
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We all ache for home, but our minds and hearts lack the definition of it.
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Freshly molted cicada.
| Artist: Anna Weyers
🐌 Goblincore month on @mynocturnality
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“Cuando te busco, no hay sitio en donde no estés”
Cactus by Gustavo Cerati
When I look for you, there is not a place where you’re not there
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Our love at the start, seemed to be so sweet;
But now, it became a forbidden fruit to eat!
- Fredi
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i’m painting an ocean on the bottom of my shelf and i’ll make fish and other animals with pyssla
[ID START: a stone sign with the phrase “there is always music in the garden but our hearts must be quiet to hear it” carved on it. END ID]
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