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Wilson A. Bentley, Montage of snowflakes arranged in a cross., Circa 1910
It's a conversation.
Experimental Critter from 2020
Burning Memory
wake up in bed fall out drag myself slowly to the door feels like it's miles away what's the point? i'll just fuck up again i think i'll stay here piss myself and eat filth don't come looking for me not this time i deserve to rot on the floor trust me it's better this way
i squint through blinding white to see the cracks on your surface so i can tread softly without fear of falling into your frigid death but i'll slip like i always do your icy claws will welcome me to an end so cold that it burns like hellfire
Portraits made in MS Paint trying out a new cell-shading technique.
tear away tear this away from me this world this flesh this reality is not me not my own rip it out tear me out take me out of here away from here this is not where i am where i’ll be remove me replace me just take me i’m not me i can’t be me until i’m far away from me
all i am is an incomplete and distorted reflection of a foolish entity’s pathetic attempts to recognize the image of its own form in a broken mirror that was never designed for it in the first place.
time will lie to you it will conceal itself you must look deeper to see the truth the reality is time is not real we made it up to measure our travel around our mother star we do not pass through time it passes through our minds we make it real what i feel in this moment is no different than when i felt this way years ago or years from now we always exist even after we do not time is fake life is limitless
this is not home it’s just a place where i exist and take up space my chest is empty when i’m here because my heart is with you, dear
Book: Breakfast
Aries: You know, breakfast doesn't always have to be the first meal of the day. There's nothing wrong with defying the societal expectation and having some of it at midnight. If anyone questions you, tell them "you're escaping" and don't elaborate.
Taurus: What we eat varies greatly depending on where and who you are, and I don't think you'd typically have idlis for breakfast; that's more of a thing in the south. Tea is definitely universal though regardless of how your breakfast is scheduled.
Gemini: How unfortunate that the people of your culture had to persist in finding new ways to talk during the artificial rush imposed upon morning meals. Instead of family and siblings, the anchorman is your guardian and the radio is your coach.
Leo: It's truly sad: By attempting to give fair distribution and love to everything on the breakfast menu, you end up getting nothing. You'll be stuck in the drive-thru trying to narrow down your options while everyone just wants you to move on with it.
Cancer: There's far more that occupies your stomach than a hearty meal, and it leaves you longing to do more with your food than simply digest it. You fiddle with it like you're a lost scientist experimenting with tools he has no grasp of. Just put it up already.
Libra: Should a breakfast really be balanced? We're instilled to believe that every food product we see should be part of a balanced breakfast, but why is there such an insistence? Make it unbalanced: Put a gratuitous amount of sodium in it.
Virgo: It's long been understood that no breakfast can exist in absence of its constituent foods and their supporting structures such as plates and bowls, utensils, and toasters. A breakfast must self-evidently be “of” something to be considered a breakfast at all.
Scorpio: Hide what you eat from those with prying eyes at the cafeteria. After using as many covert tactics as you could to conceal your coffee and bagels, you'll find that those watching you didn't give a damn about what you were eating, as evidenced by your dead friend.
Sagittarius: It's disturbing how much destiny you attach to your breakfast. It isn't merely the most important meal of the day; it's the most important meal of *your life.* The amount of blood you'll spill over a sausage & egg biscuit cannot be justified.
Capricorn: Much like how language is the scaffolding of our minds, breakfast is the scaffolding of our diet. Can you imagine how we'd ever conceive of nutrition without our morning meals? Well, you're used to having missing language making up your mindscape.
Aquarius: Breakfast is wonderful because it gives you the time to collect the pieces of yourself that have fallen off your body in your quest from getting out of bed to sitting in the kitchen. The bacon replaces the muscle and the scrambled eggs replace the brain.
Pisces: You seem like the type to overindulge in the complexities of good breakfast planning and turn it from a one-and-done deal into a corrosive passion. Entire notebooks dedicated to the study of good breakfast surround you and create a throne of illusion.
Book: Motion-Pictures
Aries: It's the introduction, and what's usually granted here is a scene of innocent daily life. Sure, it wouldn't make an interesting movie if this wasn't used as an immersive factor, but have you ever thought of something that retains this? More than a slice of life, yes.
Taurus: There is a long, panoramic shot of an isolated village defined not by what it has built to conquer nature but what nature has built to complement it. It's quite boring for there are no objects of focus that are immediately relatable. Better become a pebble!
Gemini: The sun is setting on a an island ubiquitously hinted as "tropical." The view we're offered is from the perspective of a ground-dweller looking up to the sky. There are large creatures that rattle the trees. Hunting? I think it's for sport.
Leo: Our protagonist ascends floor after floor of the giant tower that looms over the mountainside city. Each level grants them a new batch of ever-dangerous foes to combat. What lies at the top? Stick around and keep your head up high.
Cancer: It's a long drive home from your relative's place. Currently, you're on a bridge that goes over a considerable lake. It's pitch black aside from the glow of your headlights and the faint appearance of powerplants. For the moment, you are protected here.
Libra: The atmosphere is made a sandy yellow by the lazy decisions of the director. Your character is depicted as the outcasted and oppressed one, lurking in the crevices of society under cloak. At least here, you have the opportunity to feel integral.
Virgo: The landscape here is just a giant steppe, meant for nothing but focusing on what individuals are here to accomplish. The names of the people you'll meet here will stretch across your mental scape for literal miles. You're about to be murdered if it wasn't obvious.
Scorpio: The postmodern city illuminates with the iconography of man, each inviting a new agent to contribute something to the beast that is the economy. Our titular character moves through it as if they're wandering through a forest. They might as well!
Sagittarius: It's the archetypical state towards the end of the film, but this director's intentions are spiteful to your consumption. All of the symbols and messages you've neglected to take into account are laid out for you, depriving you of the opportunity of rewatching.
Capricorn: Ships arrive in a port of an arctic town freighting all kinds of goods. A mobster arrives to the scene carrying some cash and a worn blade. Despite what you think, they're here to meet their daughter who came back from a trip to Europe.
Aquarius: The apple of our eye resides in an area where, if you lived on it, you'd never be aware of the world outside of it. Why? For every step you take towards escaping it, you end up warping back to where you started. Is there a trial, perhaps?
Pisces: All that we can see in this world is an esoteric scape, giving brief pause for moments of humanity and familiarity that are washed away to keep the gaze consistent. Here is where we find that reality is completely in the hands of that who spawns it.
the eyes that bind they lurk behind your back their gaze so cold the ones that hold you there hide in the trees and stare until you freeze and they attack
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this mask is too tight it is suffocating me
but if i take it off to breathe
i will reveal my true face
and the consequences could be worse
you are the most beautiful sunflower in the field
some might think you’re just like the others but she knows better
she shines her moonlight like a spotlight on you and only you
because she wants to see you clearly
and she wants everyone else to see you too