Hound Dog Girl

Time moves through us; holds us. Gives to us; how much living can I take before I turn to rust? What can time give me; what can I give to time while I stay?🪺🌻

[uwillneverknowwho]

Literally always take headphones with you. If you decide that you probably won't need them today, that's the devil talking. You will. You will

[sivavakkiyar]

you know back then they didn’t use to romanticize the past

[mawmenny]

[pmamtraveller]

Textile art featuring a school of koi fish, by artist Lin Xia.

[naprasno]

[ciborgueamaral]

Cross-legged chair by Luiz Philippe Carneiro de Mendonça spotted at a Street antique market at Rio de Janeiro

[aeternamente]

@elodieunderglass

[anecdotesofasurvivor]

[kisxmesoft]

[ducissatenebrarum]

Memento Mori silver ring, English, 1700s

[kisxmesoft]

[spinmeround]

Lilac Irises, 1917, Claude Monet

[julesofnature]

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. . I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud By William Wordsworth

[gobloggirl]

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Obsessed with the latch on this old fishing creel on marketplace.

[angelicdewdrop]

[midnightinshadow]

[bestiolin]

Philippe-Jacques van Bree