noise dept.
we're not kids anymore.
Not today Justin
RMH
Misplaced Lens Cap
will byers stan first human second
YOU ARE THE REASON
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JBB: An Artblog!
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature
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art blog(derogatory)
Sade Olutola
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
cherry valley forever
styofa doing anything

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James Sant (1820-1916), Courage, Anxiety and Despair: Watching the Battle, 1850, oil on canvas, 121.9 x 152.4 cm. In a private collection.
owl song, margaret atwood
who up sexualising the grotesque
who up being repulsed by the conventional
Frankenstein dir. Guillermo del Toro | 2025
Daedalus and Icarus, Detail.
by Orazio Riminaldi, (c. 1625)
Victoria Chang, from "Untitled #5, 1998", With My Back to the World
Joy Sullivan, âIn This New Lifeâ, Instructions for Traveling West
First Memory by Louise GlĂźck
Victoria Chang, âThe Beach, 1964â, With My Back to the World
Large Magellanic Cloud
Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; âMen really be menningâ
[Text ID: âI try to hide the sharpest edge of myselfââ]
The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen
Artist :Nadezhda Illarionova
Eu estive por muito tempo procurando por um conforto, um escape e talvez uma cura para o meu abismo. Seria o acalento de umabraco mas nao teria nenhuma pessoa em especĂfico, nem menos um contato de pele - imagino um peso denso sobre mim, tĂŁo pesado que tornasse impossĂvel de se mover, ali, em posição fetal. Uma sensação de alivio final. Talvez estive buscando essa softness em toda a minha vida. A sua falta me tornou uma pessoa cheia de sharp edges, talvez espetando tudo a minha volta. NĂŁo sei lidar com o softness. Na ceramica, onde exije uma leveza e ternura, eu quase saio do estudio tomada por uma raiva e angustia e constantemente tenho que controlar as lĂĄgrimas que querem cair. NĂŁo sei como criar nada com carinho, sempre fui para o caminho mais sharp - a tatuagem, o punk, a raiva, a violĂŞncia, crueldade. Sei viver em um ambiente inospito pois me sinto Ă vontade ali. Mas me coloquem em um ambiente de carinho, vou querer fugir mesmo querendo pertencer ali.
sorry i can't tonight.. my spring melancholy is developing into hysteria
âyou should be at the clubâ i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care
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