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littledozerdraws

Lighthouse Lads 🌝🐚🌊

evilbuildingsblog

This black cabin floats above the Norwegian landscape

tambourgi

this is my sexy modernist baba yaga hut

eldesperadont

Kintsugi is a Japanese method for repairing broken ceramics with a special lacquer mixed with gold, silver, or platinum. The philosophy behind the technique is to recognize the history of the object and to visibly incorporate the repair into the new piece instead of disguising it.

eldesperadont

Kintsugi is a Japanese method for repairing broken ceramics with a special lacquer mixed with gold, silver, or platinum. The philosophy behind the technique is to recognize the history of the object and to visibly incorporate the repair into the new piece instead of disguising it.

werewolfgimmick

Sorry I disappear so much I’m very much a twitter guy now

Also I started T last Monday :) happy

bingitoff

What's ur tweeter

thevisualdon

ANOMALY

by visualdon

theflyingromana

@bingitoff

theonceandfuturesuicideking

gothwasps

lost in the sauce

mysharona1987

#Generations

darlingtheyfoundthebody

theconcealedweapon

bimbocracy

This is a manipulation tactic that men use to make it such a pain in the ass to set a boundary with them that you don’t attempt it again

themanicnami

I’ve been told this before and my response was “Sounds great. Glad we agree.” they always look immediately shaken and surprised.

saddest-cat-hours

amyofthemyscira

Bacchino Malato (Caravaggio, 1593)

starsappho

My favourite thing about this post is that someone saw those photos of that cat and went “ah yes, I know exactly which 15th century Baroque painting this reminds me of”

lesbianshepard

I would be the worst spy of all time because on one hand I overshare like hell, but on the other hand I also have THE shittiest memory so it’s really a lose/lose scenario for everyone involved.

lesbianshepard

guy interrogating me: What’s the passcode?

me: Ah fuck. I think it might be 792.....4?

me: Actually no I think it starts with a 2.

me:

me: Yeah I usually just rely on muscle memory for it. Do you think you could get a keypad in here? That might be faster.

lesbianshepard

guy interrogating me: who do you work for?!

me: Okay, so this is super embarrassing. I know he told me his name when we first met but I forgot and at this point it would be weird if I asked him for his name again, right? So I just kind of go with “sir” whenever I have to talk to him. It might be David though. He looks like a David.

lesbianshepard

me, after being extracted: bad news guys, I totally blew Dave’s cover.

my boss: Wait, what?

me: Yeah, like they had knives and shit and it was kind of stressful so I just told them that my contact’s name was David Johnson. Really sorry about that.

boss: We don’t have a David Johnson working for us. Are you thinking of James?

me:

me: Good news, guys, I did not blow James’ cover!

lesbianshepard

Enemy 1: So, how did the interrogation go?

Enemy 2: We got nothing. All they did was ramble on about their childhood trauma for two hours.

Enemy 1: Hmm. maybe lower the dose of the truth serum next time.

Enemy 2: We didn’t use truth serum.

eireneofathens

[Archdeacon] But you never can run from / Nor hide what you’ve done from the eyes / The very eyes of Notre Dame! (Kyrie Eleison) [Clopin] And for one time in his life / Of power and control (Kyrie Eleison) Frollo felt a twinge of fear/ For his immortal soul.