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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Mike Driver
$LAYYYTER
almost home
KIROKAZE
occasionally subtle
#extradirty
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
@theartofmadeline
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ojovivo
Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap
Peter Solarz
we're not kids anymore.
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@cassthomps13
Sometimes it feels like life is leaving me behind. I am Sisyphus, longing to exist in a world where I don’t have to try to be relevant, be entertaining, be beautiful, only to come up short. I don’t want to pretend to like people or play by their rules. I don’t want to keep fighting iron gates of what should be accessible to all. I want to exist in my true state, a slithering, half-dead husk of broken dreams and lingering trauma, rotting amongst decaying leaves.
I feel like public libraries don’t get enough hype. Like, you’re telling me all I have to do is give you my name and address and promise to bring the books back and I’m allowed to take as many as i want??? And I can check them out over and over again if I need to??? And I only pay if I damage or lose the book???? If this is where my tax money is going then please keep on taxing.
Randomly made this today out of a dead crab I found on the beach. Might be weird, but it made me happy so I kinda love it 🌊🍂💀
Ah, the joys of starting a brand new social media account.
Normally I jump on with some sort of agenda, prepared to conquer. I’d have researched, observed, planned. Today is different. I’m grateful for the platforms I’ve built, but I look forward to some kind of obscurity.
Somewhere I can just exist.
Bleed some prose, spit out some art.
Not an object. Not an author.
Not a whatever.
Just me. Hey.
