fiercely the red sun descending

Glen~Femme~27~NC

[sproutinglupine]

The Unicorn's Garden, my cross stitch take on the medieval tapestry "The Unicorn Rests in a Garden"

The Unicorn's Garden Cross Stitch Pattern | Sprouting Lupine Shop

[fredricksebastian]

Artwork by @xenotrip (twitter)

[notholaenas]

relief

[saltmalkin]

[vintagehomecollection]

The small space in this kitchen is used efficiently; notice the wall grid and ample shelf space.

The Complete Book of Home Decorating, 1999

[knitmeapony]

ALT

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Tweet from Joseph Fasano: “An 8th-grade student of @MrsHult wrote this poem using one of my poetry prompts, and I just cannot get over that second line. ❤️ Emily, I hope the world sees your poem.”

Poem in image:

Angels

Let the fears be short. Let the funerals be beautiful. Let every memory inside me find its way to the heart and walk carefully, slowly toward this world. I have a story I have never told: Once, when I was alone, I looked up at the sky and saw shadows of my family and I knew I was a girl made of angels. I am still a girl made of angels. – Emily, grade 8

[bonesmarinated]

Lacazette + Titou - cyberpunk 2077 (i know dogs are forbidden in Cyberpunk lol but am drawing whatever the fuck I want because i can)

[lionfloss]

by chasingtheshiftinglight

[smoluglies]

Lily of the valley 💕🧚🌱✨

[iyzlime]

alty & malik

[gatoiberico]

Celestial flock 🪶

(print available on inprnt!)

[quinnecl]

i guess i never really post music on here! i wrote a little ep earlier this year.

it’s here! https://eelvalley.bandcamp.com/album/ruins 

[narramin]

big fan of media thats too homopobic to admit gay people exist yet nontheless operates with a homoerotic subtext so insane that none of the characters’ motivations make sense unless they carnally desire each other

[tierras]

hydrangea armour by hallofstars 𓂋

[wishbow]

Harvest - 2021 print for Halloween - Pam Wishbow

[bouquet-and-strawberries]

𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓂𝑒 ~ 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒟ℯℯ𝓇 ℒℴ𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶 ℳℴ𝒹ℯ𝓁: F酱呐

[biomaterial]

The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.

When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut