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everyone loooovvvveeeeeeees my cappuccinos the cappuccino drinkers are always saying how much they love my work & that i am the best at this and to be honest. i froth the milk until it almost spills out of the jug and then tap any bubbles out and give her a swirl then i just pour it all in like a mudslide. no technique .....and they love me and adore me.

#i assume there's technique im not getting but i've never looked for it #guzzle my dash of milk all foam drink & tell me it's the best some more

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etymology of the word "gauze"

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Vibes are off

(the vibes are completely normal but I am overstimulated)

#the realism here......

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Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.

Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.

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Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

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I’m not okay

(from ask polly)

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Then, too, at sea—to use a homely but expressive phrase—you miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark, upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms and hear no voices but their own, and one is taken suddenly from among them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb. There are no new faces or new scenes to fill up the gap. There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. There is one less to take up the wheel, and one less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form, and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of your senses feels the loss.

—a sailor's diary entry, on losing a shipmate, ca. 1834 (from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana Jr.)

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#soggy weetbix #australian life 4 u

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Salvatore Viganò - The dream of Countess Marguerite of Flanders

source

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#say what u will but it was scary movie 3 and i was scared #i was maybe six or seven and i had a nightmare about a huge spider #silly fun fact!

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i want to become..... the tricky part is figuring out ........

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handwoven finnish linen tapestry by laura korpikaivo-tamminen of textilestudio lappeenranta, 1980s

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my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6

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<3

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golden hour in nanas bathroom

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most of the time everything sucks but when the sky is blanketed in dark blue-grey clouds after heavy raining and the sun starts to peek through the clouds so that the tops of trees glint pale green and every white structure is starkly, blindingly silhouetted against the sky i’m ok.