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Artisan bubble night in the loft: Locally-sourced bubble-mix, vintage tortoise shell bubble-maker from Amsterdam circa 1929 (pictured in-hand). Classic doubles green blower, circa 1986 Thundercats limited edition.

Our lives are bubbles: fleeting, meaningless, round. Our love is a bubble: fragile, childlike in wonder and creation, able to be destroyed by sharp corners.

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"Down spirals caffeine
Commonplace sidewalk

Truth, fruit juice
Geothermal vents.”

- Dylan Thomas

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the-audino:

ryganas:

Sometimes it’s hard to believe that sea-turtles are mammals, just like you and me.

SEA TURTLES ARE REPTILES OH MY GOD

Sure, you can claim that if you want, but I think it’s just humbling to know that we, too, started off life in a simple clutch of eggs laid and buried by our mothers in the warm tropical sand.

the-audino:

ryganas:

Sometimes it’s hard to believe that sea-turtles are mammals, just like you and me.

SEA TURTLES ARE REPTILES OH MY GOD

Sure, you can claim that if you want, but I think it’s just humbling to know that we, too, started off life in a simple clutch of eggs laid and buried by our mothers in the warm tropical sand.

(via kilifish)

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Hypnotizing clip. It’s strange to see a country/western performance as a vanguard of electronic pioneering… But more than that, the mournful melody and creepy backup performers (players in white, chorus in black) gives the performance a feeling as though it’s some sort of funeral. But funeral to what?

Wild times in 1964.

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