Just had to write an essay on this piece by Gabriele Münter and Yes I crushed it. Yes I’m starting to love her and Yes Kandinsky is a Ho. This song and image really encapsulate how I been feeling lately.
The Bright Sessions
noise dept.
Keni
Mike Driver
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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if i look back, i am lost
art blog(derogatory)
YOU ARE THE REASON
Cosmic Funnies

Origami Around

Product Placement
One Nice Bug Per Day
Fieri Frames

Love Begins
ojovivo
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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Just had to write an essay on this piece by Gabriele Münter and Yes I crushed it. Yes I’m starting to love her and Yes Kandinsky is a Ho. This song and image really encapsulate how I been feeling lately.
Facts
Books I read in June!!! This is the most I’ve gone through in a month all year. That’s what happens when you’re unemployed.
Twilight: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Year of Magical Thinking: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Black Swans: ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Blue Nights: ⭐️⭐️⭐️
New Moon: ⭐️⭐️⭐️
The Lover: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
JOAN BAEZ IN FESTIVAL (1967) — dir. Murray Lerner
Ai generated dogs
Jk not actually
But the sighting was so good I had to stop and ask for a pic
Can I just have a. Moment
Happy Valentines Day
Got a booger and some change in my pocket
kathleen performing with bikini kill at TJ's, Newport, Wales, March 8, 1993. by Rob Watkins. more from this show here!
“This summer the roses are blue; the wood is of glass. The earth, draped in its verdant clock, makes as little impression upon me as a ghost. It is living and ceasing to live which are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere”
- André Breton, “Manifesto of Surrealism”
Dayum
Save me Stuart Murdoch……..
I always liked January winters better than December ones. December winters feel like the end of the world while January feels like the beginning of a new one. In December I focus too much on my past and my dreadful present, while in January I think too much about my future. But eventually spring will come and I only think of where I stand, and I will forget there ever was snow despite it being piled around me for weeks.
My birthday be liek
January 5th has got to be the longest day in the universe
Song for January
Mother…
virginia woolf's 1931 new years resolutions : "to have none. not to be tied. to be free & kindly with myself. sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. to go out, yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. as for clothes, i think to buy good ones."