Despina Stokou (Greek, b. 1978)
I Dream You Dream, 2019
Oil, Markers, Chalk And Paper Collage On Canvas
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Claire Keane
One Nice Bug Per Day

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
AnasAbdin
we're not kids anymore.
taylor price

titsay
DEAR READER
todays bird

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Cosmic Funnies
cherry valley forever

Origami Around

Product Placement

#extradirty
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wallacepolsom
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Despina Stokou (Greek, b. 1978)
I Dream You Dream, 2019
Oil, Markers, Chalk And Paper Collage On Canvas
more anatomy studies
“make friends” who am i doctor franking stein
im just a normal girl . i sit near a body of water and immediately experience the entire range of human emotions
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“..how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
stop the earth i wanna get off
{2021} touch(me)screen(me)
crazy how that stuff works
Okay, so no joke: this week I had stomach problems, and stomach problems trigger my anxiety. And the one day it was like 1030 am and I was just PANICKING and I was like, “I’m not hungry! It’s not my stomach! It’s my anxiety!” and continuing to freak out. And finally I was like, Well, it’s been more than 2 hours since I ate, so my stomach is empty, so I should probably eat a few crackers. And I did, and five minutes later... I was perfectly fine.
Etel Adnan (Lebanese, 1925-2021), Cactus I, 1989. Ink on paper, 24 x 31.5 cm.
rosie mcguiness
I'm okay with being observed and perceived, but being interpreted is where I draw the fucking line
One man's trash is an archaeologist's dissertation
the inherent romanticism of being thought of.
rip to the songs we love but dont listen to anymore bc they are associated with bad memories