dance shoes worn by marie taglioni, 1829. (coll. taglioni, nmi, den haag) .

if i look back, i am lost
almost home

ellievsbear
NASA

#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER
Keni

pixel skylines
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
dirt enthusiast

Discoholic 🪩
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane

Origami Around

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dance shoes worn by marie taglioni, 1829. (coll. taglioni, nmi, den haag) .
what is everyone currently reading🤨🤨
Domenico Gnoli, L’inverno (Couple au lit) 1967. Collezione Privata. Courtesy Luxembourg & Dayan
some of yall,,, need to let sleeping dogs lie
Love in IIKE 🤎💖
in ΠΚΕ! 🥺🤎
i asked about you at the grocery store and no one knew you
“you cannot change what you are, only what you do.”
— the golden compass (his dark materials, #1) by philip pullman.
A Painter’s Studio (1800) by Louis Leopold Boilly (French, 1761-1845)
the theatre reminds me of where one could watch plays in stuttered Latin and nestle within a sea of dark velvets
ig: rosenaufsuden
some “doctor” peoples who went to “medical school” and “understand the functionings of the human body”: Diet Coke isn’t good for you bc the chemicals destroy ur body
me: 🙄 okie dokie … quack…
user truewarrirorslight on page 48 of a forum I’m reading at 2:45 am: Diet Coke can interfere with how you develop ur psychic powers bc of the chemicals in it
me: yoooooo Diet Coke is Not Healthy!!!
To Night, Percy Bysshe Shelley
"Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon— Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, belovèd Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!“
the uncanny valley between “this academic article doesn’t make sense because i’m an idiot” and “this academic article doesn’t make sense because the author is an idiot”
snapshots of the last bujo spread i did this year