what if a shrimp was a baby..........................

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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if i look back, i am lost
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Acquired Stardust
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Love Begins

Kaledo Art
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON

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what if a shrimp was a baby..........................
Of course it goes without saying that I am hopelessly dependent on the ingot
decide her fate
put into a small little bed
pelt with 483 tomatoes
highschool calculus class
calculus class won the vote! good luck kitty youre really gonna need it
i didnt know the flash was on
captivated by his colours. how is he doing this
Vodka & benadryl got me feeling like a oyster
cousins and coworkers are addicted to getting pregnant
Had all his fingies out for No Reason
Lee Mullican (1919-1998) — Space [oil on canvas, 1951]
Anhinga
Yoshitaka Amano, Illustration from The Fortress of the Pearl (1990 edition)
I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys
STOP STARING AT ME, THIS IS DISCONCERTING AS FUCK
I think this is hilarious. We’ve been caught.
In James Tissot paintings, art observes you.
Feak
Tufted Titmouse in a fairy pose ,from the previous winter. Tupelo meadow ,Central park.
you're not allowed to bring wireless devices into classified areas and a security guy noticed a square phone-ish shape in my pocket so he asked me to show him what it was and i had to show him my can of pocket herring :/
artists depiction of event