Stefan Peters (Belgian, 1978) - Untitled (2022)
Xuebing Du
d e v o n
KIROKAZE
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
ojovivo
Mike Driver

#extradirty
art blog(derogatory)

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Peter Solarz
Stranger Things
cherry valley forever

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oozey mess

shark vs the universe
macklin celebrini has autism
Not today Justin
trying on a metaphor
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
seen from United States
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seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
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seen from Singapore
@afterthishome
Stefan Peters (Belgian, 1978) - Untitled (2022)
Algonquin Provincial Park, Canada by Marian Dragiev
fairy glen, scotland
Help yourself, Larry Niehues
Marie Howe, How Some of It Happened
“BACK WHEN TIME DIDN’T MATTER” — AN OIL PAINTING BY RIONA
OIL PAINTING?
Anne Carson (2009)
Arthur S. Way (1898)
George Theodoridis (2010)
Ian C. Johnston (2010)
E.P. Coleridge (1910)
Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)
John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)
R. Potter (1906)
M. L. West (1987)
William Arrowsmith (1958)
Philip Vellacott (1972)
Michael Wodhull (1782)
Kenneth McLeish (1997)
David Kovacs (2002)
Andrew Wilson (1993)
Euripides - Original (408 BCE)
Fort Creek
Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada 10.2025
on shame and yearning (pt.2)
this is a poem
i couldn’t not draw this
ok…!
babe are you okay, your reblogging the subway rat poem again
babe are you okay,
your reblogging the subway
rat poem again
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
musings on touch
margaret atwood, natalie diaz, ocean vuong, susan sontag, anne carson, marya hornbacher, mary oliver
Maggie Dietz, "November" [ID in alt text]
Joy Sullivan, “Before”, Instructions for Traveling West
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Soon, you'll rise from a bed you won't make. You'll go downstairs. Cut potatoes into cubes, crack eggs, reach for salt. Next comes rain and work calls. The hot engine of day begins.
But for now, shadows are still pressed thick against the window. Morning is here but hasn't been announced. Grief has yet to spot you, though you hear her hunting. No one, yet, has spoiled the dark by singing. The air outside too cold, even for birds.
strawberry winter