
Andulka
Today's Document

Love Begins
trying on a metaphor
YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
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noise dept.
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One Nice Bug Per Day
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
Noah Kahan
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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tumblr dot com
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price
art blog(derogatory)

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@bazs
waterline agate
The world is violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.
Tennessee Williams
Mark Rothko, Four Darks in Red, 1958
happy one year anniversary to the time i was in vermont in a dorm with a carbon monoxide leak and jacked off to this painting
An Optimism By Cameron Awkward-Rich
sitting on the porch with my lover for hours + skinny dipping in the mid july twilight + going to bed still smelling like chlorine and turkish royals
Wolfgang Tillmans (1968), Four Dahlia, 2019
I think it would be really wonderful if seagulls were constructed more like bottles with a mystery inside. What I'm imagining is that were you to catch one, you could then unscrew its face and there would be a glowing gem nestled in some sort of socket. The Core of the Gull so to speak. Then you could swap that around with other seagulls, and after screwing the faces back on they would fly off as if nothing happened. Hm... Is this too esoteric, or do some of you see what I am getting at?
one of the best parts of making up increasingly wild and specific aus with a friend is sending them posts like "this is sooo blorbo in torture chamber au number 15" and they reply back like "YESSS btw have i told you about my latest idea for how to torture them even more" and you get to enjoy a little snack and kick your feet with glee
Magali Cazo, Entre chien et loup
Sleeping on the fire escape to stay cool on a hot summer night, New York City, 1948.
Stefan Johansson (Swedish, 1876–1955)
Street Lights along Klarälven River, 1941.
Watercolor and tempera on canvas, 47.5 x 37.1 cm.
"stress" by yoan capote - made of bronze and concrete
google search how to interact with other human beings in a way that another human being might consider normal or even acceptable
unknown title by 潘 英豪 (pan inkhoo), 2024, unknown materials, unknown dimensions