Barn quilts near Coon Rapids, Iowa (northwest Guthrie County)
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Jules of Nature

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Sade Olutola
The Stonewall Inn

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
Xuebing Du

shark vs the universe
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EXPECTATIONS
cherry valley forever
The Bowery Presents

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Barn quilts near Coon Rapids, Iowa (northwest Guthrie County)
and baby makes 3
none of you have paid attention to daisy what gives??
1 like = 1 kiss between her soft sweet ears
1 reblog = 1 frozen blueberry for daisy
amazing time seeing ezra furman last night
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buckle up
it was a gender
top 10 photos taken hours before a tragic ending
after not sewing much in ??? months, i finally broke my dryspell
I think I would leave sunflowers and blackberries at your shrine. Perhaps goldenrod
Sun flowers and sun-mer berries for the sun gremlin familiar?
I bless your offering with a pressed penny bearing an entirely inscrutable image (although iirc, it's a picture of a pressed penny that is also stamped with a picture of a pressed penny that is stamped with a picture of a pressed penny that is stamp w...), and a secret handshake that you won't know until the moment you need it.
this is probably a longshot but recently I read a poem titled something like âthe last thing she seesââŠâŠ. and its like. from the perspective of a bird on a birdfeeder in someones yard⊠and the bird is the last thing that sees the person alive before they pass away / the last thing the person sees but obviously the bird has no way of knowing that. anwyays like. i have been thinking about it for two days straight but like a fool i neglected to save it and so now here i am on tumblr dot com asking if youve heard of this poemÂ
FOUND IT!!!!!!! itâs called âPlease Readâ by Mary Ruefle:
I am the yellow finch that came to her feeder an hour before she died. I was the last living thing she saw, so my responsibility was great. Yet all I did was eat. Through eight long months of winter the black oiled sunflower seeds had gone untouchedânot a single one of my kind or any other kind had approached them. It was too much work. Even if weâd had the strengthâwhich we did not, half-starved as we wereâwe were not in the mood to crack anything. On the morning of the twenty-second of April she took them away and refilled the feeding tube with sunflower heartsâsheeny niblets whose hard outer husk had been stripped away by some faraway, intricate machine. She went back inside and waited. From my branch I could see her do the things she liked to doâshe picked up a towel from off the floor, she filled out a card stopping the mail, she boiled water, she stared into space. She saw me coming. Her face flickered with, if not exactly joy, the ordinary wellspring of life. Itâs true there was a sheet of glass between us. But I could see the seeds of her eyes and the upturned corners of her mouth. I ate a heart. I turned my head. She looked at me as if I were the last living thing on earth. And as I was, I kept on eating.
If I were a god or goddess, what offers would you leave at my shrine?
My inbox is hungry for asks :D
Laura Jane Grace - True Trans Soul Rebel (acoustic)Â
La pétrification de la papesse, 1945, Victor Brauner
https://www.wikiart.org/en/victor-brauner/la-p-trification-de-la-papesse-1945
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