One Nice Bug Per Day
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AnasAbdin
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

JBB: An Artblog!

shark vs the universe
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Janaina Medeiros
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Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
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@alloalouette
ocean sounds for those of you who need it
Jan Regnart, UK
you are not difficult to love for having survived difficult things.
Bob Kebic (Canadian,b.1951)
the sky last night
you don't know how much darkness i carry in me
Kometenbuch (1587).
pro-tip: your blog is about you. be self-indulgent, self-absorbed, and self-possessed. go all in on your obsessions. this is a work of self-expression, a living monument to your heart.
It's not a virtue to focus totally on your own peace and disregard problems around you. Ironically, it's also not a virtue to stew in your own anxiety.
People online like "I will NOT seek peace while there is suffering around me! I will inflict suffering on myself as long as there is pain in the world!"
Cool, that's useless.
It's one thing if you say "As long as there are hungry people in my community, I'll stay engaged with the food bank," (which probably will actually comfort you because you'll be surrounded by people working for a solution!) but for a lot of people it's "As long as there is suffering in the world, I will self-flagellate with sad Instagram reels," and you might as well not.
It’s Sunday and I’m letting myself feel what a relief it is to no longer be under the influence, under the “authority”, of church leaders who either approve or disapprove what I think, what I say, how I speak and the words I use, how I dress, who I’m seen with, what I’m seen doing; the unseen of all the above and that I am no longer compelled to “confess” about any of it. How fucking rad it is to no longer be in the thrall of leaders who are “cool” because they like that show, that band, use that word, treading the edge of transgression like some under-the-radar slightly progressive radical.
And feeling the grief of how many years were wasted, that I can’t reclaim, living in what was truly a cult. Accepting it was a cult. The anger that raises.
Spotted.
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