Small brush dog in the morning fog.
sheepfilms
occasionally subtle

roma★

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Misplaced Lens Cap
YOU ARE THE REASON
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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KIROKAZE
Cosimo Galluzzi
Acquired Stardust

Love Begins

Andulka
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
dirt enthusiast

Product Placement
Game of Thrones Daily

titsay
hello vonnie
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@apocalyptasaur
Small brush dog in the morning fog.
sheebs in morning light
hello yes we are here for the treats
back to the wild
tired
snow shark
evasive maneuvers
forest friends, pt. 2
forest friends
Issue 04 ships mid-November! Great writers, great illustration, a hell of a magazine. I've even got a piece in there. Even Wayne looks pleased.
Order yours at http://8by8mag.com/. Then put it on your coffee table and sigh contentedly. After reading, of course.
wow such autumn
very excite. except leash is no.
wow such album cover
You may have leashed me, human, but know this: soon I will be free, and on that day you shall find your snacks in ruins.
this is a story about someone who lives on a farm next to a giant satellite dish and goes out to stare at it night after night. the dish wasn’t there when he was born, and he can’t remember exactly when it appeared, but it was after he had grown up and stopped caring about the grand world around him and the mysteries that hung above him in the night sky. it might be nothing more than a radio antennae, or it might be broadcasting infomercials to the rest of the country, but to him it is a symbol of everything that he has forgotten; all of the beauty and the wonder that he used to feel when his mother walked him into the quiet dark after the sun had gone to bed, before the farm was surrounded by the lights of the city and he could still see the constellations that wheeled over his head. sometimes, when the nights are quiet and the noise from the city is nothing more than a distant roar, he looks up at it and he remembers what it is like to dream.
the glory of doge