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downfalldestiny

Sheffield beauty 🌲🐎 !.

thefaeriefolk

The Tale of Johnny Town-Mouse

sailermoon

babe are u okay ur crying about closeness lines over time by olivia de recat again

vizuart

Evgeny Sedukhin - “Symphony of the sixth blast furnace” (1979)

asingularcanadian

Евгений Седухин - Огни трудового Тагила “Lights of Labour Tagil”

Евгений Седухин - Тагильский рабочий “Tagil Workers”

Its incredibly hard to find a lot of his work online but I did my best with my extremely limited knowledge of Russian. From what I could tell he was employed in a stone/gem processing plant before he went to art school. He was very devoted to various positions he held in the party mainly pertaining to artists unions.

undercoverchikin

@sovietpostcards

Being Russian, do you know anything about this artist?

sovietpostcards

Not much, but I love the Sixth Symphony, it’s so powerful. Here’s some info here and here (in Russian), some more pieces here.

aj-casson

A.J. Casson, Bon Echo, Lake Mazinaw, 1968, oil on canvas, 44x55 inches

all-pacas

so, i live on the fourth floor of an apartment building that faces a fairly busy street; it’s on a hill so car noises are pretty regular over the course of the day. because i’m high above the street, you obviously can’t see the cars unless you look out the window, right? but sometimes the sun reflects off the car roofs or whatever, and so there’ll be a light on my ceiling as a car passes by.

so my cat? whenever he hears a loud engine, day or night, he looks at my ceiling. even if there is no refraction going on. to him, those are the sounds of light on the ceiling. sometimes the light appears and there is a loud noise. it’s 8pm and a truck just passed and he watched the ceiling as the car moved past my windows – no reflection this time of night, but trucks are ceiling creatures and i just think that’s such a like – it’s a good correlation, buddy!! you figured it out!! you’re wrong but you’re so smart!!

all-pacas

this is NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING FROM THIS POST but anyway here’s my cat stalking trucks (on the ceiling)

all-pacas

25 hours later and rip my phone battery and i’m thinking i should’ve named my cat plato….or y’know……….at all

all-pacas

response to some common tags on this post:

yes he is a handsome and fluffy boy

yes he sits super weird all the time he’s a proper young gentleman

yes that chair has been through it; no one else touches it anymore it’s been surrendered to his control

no i did not ever name him he’s a shadowy figure of mystery (we call him fluffbutt)

no i had not really heard of plato’s cave before but boy do i know it now

meezer

women don't want me, fish don't fear me. I pass through life like a smooth stone, making no impression on the thin parchment that is fate.

Some people are so full of life, and so loud about it. They scream of love and hate from the rooftops.

I've always been a quieter kind. I love and hate as much as they do but only in the confines of my mind, and my diary if it's lucky.

uglyfruit

[ID: 3 green leaves with text stamped on them. They say "It's so hot and the sky's so blue", "I want people to know me", "but it's so hard to tell them". ]

armoredlovecat

pinene

english people know what stonehenge was for. they just wont tell us so that we have to come to their wet little country

mrspider-deactivated20221213

might be an outlier here but when i smell my neighbors smoking weed i just smile and nod its like adjacent to hearing christmas carolers for me… good tidings and joy unto you brother