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Peter Solarz
todays bird

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if i look back, i am lost
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Xuebing Du

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Keni
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

shark vs the universe
Claire Keane
Not today Justin
macklin celebrini has autism

Kaledo Art
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KIROKAZE

oozey mess

Origami Around

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@chrys3lids
WHAT
helena eagan whose destiny from birth was to be the future serene and placid face of lumon, who never once wavered from that path, even getting severed to prove her commitment to kier's vision, watching her innie be imperfect, impulsive, unsure, freely and openly affectionate and then receive affection and concern in turn with no strings attached.......yeah baby i'd rewind that security footage too
"I am a person. You are not."
"I'm not her. I'm not. I'm me."
Day 3/100 // print
my gf said something sooo insane about helly the other day and i cannot stop thinking about it. she was like. helena and helly’s relationship is almost maternal. the way helena created helly as an extension of herself, to serve her interests, to try and impress her own family. she scolds helly, talks down to her like a child. “i understand you’re unhappy with the life you’ve been given” “i am a person, you are not”. the way she envies and resents helly’s freedom. the way she feels entitled to helly’s life and is now living vicariously through her in the most literal sense. what if you created life and now they’re experiencing the things you’ve always wanted for yourself. what if you created life and they were flawed and loud and demanding and they were loved more than you’ve ever been. and you hated them for it. the mother/daughterisms are insane my girlfriend is insane
damn imagine being helena eagan like you have no friends and not even your father likes you. the version of you that you think is so beneath you you dont even consider her a real person manages to build more connections with people (both platonically and romantically) in a few weeks than you did in your thirty years of life. and to make matters worse the only time you feel the warmth of human connection is when youre pretending to be that lesser version of you except you suck so bad at being nice they clock your ass and try to drown you
Can I tell you a TCP joke
sure :3
OK! I am preparing to send you a TCP joke. It will consist of three lines. Let me know when you are ready.
im ready ^_^
Just told everyone a UDP joke, I hope you were listening
Just told everyone
a UDP joke, I hope
you were listening
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
01/03/21
Kensal Green Cemetery by kdsims
Martin core
MARTIN CORE
"I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.”
— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father
Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom | Mipha Court - requested by @florallychaotic
Imagine you’re minding your own business on the train and then some talentless weirdo snaps a sneaky picture of you and posts it to their tacky Instagram account for their 300k idiot followers that copy-paste the same bland “tender” comment until one of these bozos screenshots the post and shares it on their other social media where even more tasteless brainwashed dumbasses retweet/reblog it because they’re so desperate to feel something or to show that they feel something and that they know and understand the complexities of art and beauty and in the meantime you’re still on the train and you’re trying to go somewhere in your everyday life, completely unaware that your intimacy is being violated over and over again until no one even recognizes you as a person with dignity but a commodity of a few thousand likes and retweets and reblogs and silly captions and boring moodboards and you’re there on the train.
Pieter Withoos, Sheet of Studies with Five Butterflies, a Wasp, and Two Flies, 1680 - 1692
Northern Ontario Trip II
pastel prairies