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laura | 29 | white | they/them (tme)

[baleful-meat-worm]

apologies to anyone who followed me for tma. cow studies :) ❤️

[geopsych]

Phalaenopsis Red Jujube blooming on a windowsill. The strength and determination of living things is more moving to me lately. I could give in to despair but they never will

[salmon-n-hazel]

Forget me not

My print shop: INPRNT

[bugthingsdaily]

Today's bug thing is these insect nails by JellyPressons!

[asher-only-ids]

[ID: A set of nails stylized as light green leaves with droplets scattered on them. Some nails have bugs on them, such as a beetle, a bee, two ladybugs, a caterpillar, a slug, and a dragonfly; while other nails only have the droplets. End ID.]

[pwlanier]

MÄRTA MÅÅS-FJETTERSTRÖM. 1873-1941

Bonad, “Täppan”, wool, after 1942, Båstad, 34x54 cm.

Stockholm Auctionworks

[plumslices]

VINTAGE SCANDINAVIAN RYA RUG

[finalgirlguy]

2026 is gonna be the year of banging your head against a wall. in 2027 maybe we can do other things

[introspectres]

moray eel + skeleton for a printmaking class

[prettyyinpunk]

#mytwuck

[generouswindow]

Having Already Walked Out on Everyone I Ever Said I Loved

by HERA LINDSAY BIRD

I pause for a moment at your door And consult my fate This life is more stupid than even I could have hoped for Every day a search party gets lost in the snow With no-one to dig them out again I have tried for too long to act in ways that seem reasonable Yet somehow, this makes me double-unreasonable Like flicking someone’s bra-strap at a coroners inquest The official theme of this poem is The official theme of all my poems which is You get in love and then you die O write it in rhinestones on the lid of my coffin Some people are too hard to be lived without

Once upon a time I used to feel like............huh But then I started to feel a little more like..................................uhuh

Once upon a time I used to feel like.................?? But then I started to feel a little more like.................................????????

Having already walked out on everyone I ever said I loved Things do not bode well for you But things do also not bode well for me Every year life gets less and less acceptable And I feel uncertain of how to proceed in an appropriate fashion To anticipate heartache is a grim satisfaction Like tripping down a staircase in a peach negligee Or an ancient forest with a new corsage of flames It pleases me to subject myself to such whimsical hurt feelings But under my main feelings, I have other, worse feelings Like an auxiliary moat in which black swans are circling If I ever die young I’m going to do it in style.....like a Great Gatsby themed suicide attempt!

Having already walked out on everyone I ever said I loved I have so little left to say to you I pause for a moment at your door My eyes pouring out across the darkness

O let us not be little bitches to one another Life is hard enough as it is Life is hard enough and fast enough And there is nothing in this world worth doing But shaking our heads in awe

A new wind shifts the branches A bird flies out of the radio and off into silence

I can hardly believe this I can hardly believe this life Every time I knock you let me in

[oftlunarialmoon]

[ancientknitter]

Colorwork knitting designs from Kaffe Fassett's Pattern Library (2003)

[xanaxfarts]

[lisbonmetro]

Lumiar metro station, Lisbon.

[cyberglittter]

hair by oummy chan

[fairycosmos]

did you know that apparently if you try to act normal the normalness doesn't come through but the acting does. and did you know apparently everyone can smell this on you like a bloodhound

[picatchu]

outfit for when you have an unimaginable amount of misunderstandings every day