official daine visual archive

bliss lane
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost

#extradirty
Jules of Nature
RMH
$LAYYYTER
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Origami Around
Sade Olutola
Xuebing Du
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

gracie abrams
cherry valley forever
sheepfilms
Interview Vampire Daily

izzy's playlists!
Not today Justin
seen from Brazil

seen from Spain
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seen from United States
seen from Egypt

seen from China

seen from Vietnam

seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
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seen from United States

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@sundazeess

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Cyanotype printed shells barfootk_art on ig
💙 Ohara Koson, Irises, 1925-1936, Rijksmuseum
"Albero e mano" dittico fotografico del 1962 di Mario Giacomelli

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Calisto, la petite nymphe de Diane (André-Édouard Marty, 1943)
The footpath
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Photography by Nigel Burkitt
When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.

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This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar.
~Margaret Atwood
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