Credit: Alice Lin
Not today Justin
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$LAYYYTER
wallacepolsom

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Love Begins
we're not kids anymore.
RMH
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cherry valley forever
noise dept.
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Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
todays bird
Claire Keane
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz

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@ballpointpolaroid
Credit: Alice Lin
Painting a room today. I go inward while painting and exist only inside my own head. Watching the colour change by the brush strokes under yellow light filtering in from the late afternoon sun. My bare feet have been painted a bit too by some stray paint drips. My tea’s gone cold. Blissful Sunday.
I’m glad I found my way back to Tumblr. I was last on here in 2015. It’s changed a bit. I have too. Have you?
I like Tumblr for that it feels like everyone on here gets me, and my quirky habits. They see things differently, feel differently, even live differently to others who use only the more mainstream social media platforms. My art that wouldn’t normally make sense to some, yet on here people respond. My art is seen, really seen, not just looked at.
I like the anonymity too. Not that I don’t wish to share more about me to someone who asked, but it doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t have to know who it is exactly on the other end, and I still feel connected. You see a picture, a drawing, my art, a quote, whatever, and that’s all you see - but you still get it. I feel known. Let me get you, too. You’re not alone.
On here, the abnormal is what’s normal. And preferred. We band together in all our intricate oddness. We are masters of the creative universe. I’m glad this isn’t mainstream. That’s why we live here. Thanks for having me move back in.
Follow me for what will be my occasionally rambling blog, my art, my photos. Maybe some more of my mind. I’d like some of yours too.
A fallen angel rising back to the heavens is always a great thing , I’m glad you’re back and can’t wait to see all your greatness heck maybe this is where you find like minded people and begin to build your community and living on the next level i personally will gladly join the forefront with ya ❤️ @ballpointpolaroid
Eyes have a language of their own. Eyes are never quiet. Eyes a loud like entire storms, hurricanes and whole truths.
I’m glad I found my way back to Tumblr. I was last on here in 2015. It’s changed a bit. I have too. Have you?
I like Tumblr for that it feels like everyone on here gets me, and my quirky habits. They see things differently, feel differently, even live differently to others who use only the more mainstream social media platforms. My art that wouldn’t normally make sense to some, yet on here people respond. My art is seen, really seen, not just looked at.
I like the anonymity too. Not that I don’t wish to share more about me to someone who asked, but it doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t have to know who it is exactly on the other end, and I still feel connected. You see a picture, a drawing, my art, a quote, whatever, and that’s all you see - but you still get it. I feel known. Let me get you, too. You’re not alone.
On here, the abnormal is what’s normal. And preferred. We band together in all our intricate oddness. We are masters of the creative universe. I’m glad this isn’t mainstream. That’s why we live here. Thanks for having me move back in.
Follow me for what will be my occasionally rambling blog, my art, my photos. Maybe some more of my mind. I’d like some of yours too.
Credit: Israeli artist INSTAGRAM: https://instagram.com/thatlinearttho?igshid=1snablytpbyg2
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A paint boy. A whisper. A bird call on a wall. Some lacquer. Some varnish. He’s not lonely after all.
Weapons of choice.
Lamb’s tongues. Lick lick.
Pumpkin.
Rat attack.
Spinning plates with freckly arms.
A tea pot, a voilin, a mandarin.
Shells, are you okay? You seem peaceful but just checking.
New set of tyres and she’ll do just fine.