Reading date with my butch @borntobecorn
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
DEAR READER
almost home
dirt enthusiast

Love Begins

roma★
Peter Solarz
Acquired Stardust

oozey mess
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Claire Keane

Product Placement
Jules of Nature
Show & Tell
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kiana Khansmith

JBB: An Artblog!
NASA
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@borntobecorn
Reading date with my butch @borntobecorn
here's a little reminder that no one can read your mind or see your "weird" or "bad" thoughts and daydreams! mind readers are not real, and your inner world is entirely private. your thoughts and daydreams are not embarrassing or bad, and they do not define your morality!
is anyone else insane but its just a wednesday afternoon
i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing
sometimes someone is acting selfish because they just didnt think you had any interest in what theyre hogging. sometimes you dont get invited to the movies because your friend could have sworn that you said no. sometimes you think someone is mad at you because theyre bad at hiding how little sleep they got. we are all like little worlds that briefly crash into one another from time to time and we just arent physically capable of seeing the whole picture at once in those moments. and learning that really changed everything!
Andy Goldsworthy - Ice Arch, 1982
went to college and came back wrong
“Sunset over the Grocery Box,” by me. The view from my father’s front yard in January 2014.
“Sunset at the End of My Driveway (Excluding Pavements Covered With the Shite of One Million Dogs)” by me.
“Sunset from My Front Yard Taken on an iPod Touch in 2010″
“Sunset in Nov 2021 Taken in the Parking Lot of the Pharmacy”
the view across the road partially eclipsed by house, 2017
Taken from a stepladder putting up Christmas lights
-2014, front yard
“Brewing Storm on an Evening Commute”
And “Finally, no Power Lines”
-Sept. 30, 2020, passenger seat of a moving Buick
Behind a near-defunct mall in super small-town OK. HUGE rays.
Writers…these things happens. These moments of visceral visual beauty happen in the least likely spots.
Feel free to include them in your stories!
visible disability not guarantee help .
severe disability not guarantee help .
people would not " treat better " if more visible , more severe . trust on this .
"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess
idont have any talent. i like to look at grass and i dont have other hobbies. when people ask me how im doing i ignore the question
ancient god (self-diagnosed)
I be like "omg, i have so much to do" and then go lay down
resisting the urge to ask the people around me to describe how they view me in full excruciating detail and then also explain why they view me like that in full excruciating detail
we all must get weirder and more queer. i am completely serious and genuine and this is urgent. please get weirder and gayer now. if you see me acting weird and gay mind your business a little bit.
life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.