yippee! <- response to pleasant stimuli
wehh <- response to unpleasant stimuli
awawawawa <- creation of stimuli
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
hello vonnie
Jules of Nature
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Claire Keane

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
noise dept.

@theartofmadeline

Andulka
trying on a metaphor
art blog(derogatory)
$LAYYYTER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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@churchyardgrim
yippee! <- response to pleasant stimuli
wehh <- response to unpleasant stimuli
awawawawa <- creation of stimuli
before there were blorbos there were little meow meows and before there were little meow meows there were cinnamon rolls
and smol beans.
i have to kill this post because people keep trying to explain the difference between blorbos and little meow meows and smol beans and cinnamon rolls to me . man i literally don't ca(opens my trench coat revealing a bomb strapped to my chest) EVERYONE GET ON THE GROUND NOW. GET ON THE GROUND.
if i was a wyrmling - a milk-pale serpent, thick as your arm, gelid venom in my fangs and bitterwinter breath - and you were, say, a loose federation of villages and nomadic bands out where the taiga and the tundra kiss, would you love me? would you bring me hot moose flank? would you feed me goose stew and fill skulls with wine and mead for me? would you heap stones and ram earth and haul stout timbers from miles around to build a temple for me, with a little niche in the wall in which a wyrmling could coil and warm her scales in the glow of the peat-and-mammoth-dung fire youd keep burning for me? would you dance and sing my praises? would you bring me turquoise? and tiger's eye? and dendritic agate? and aquamarine? would you fashion a box for me, of gold and silver and horn and fragrant wood, bedded with fleece, and carry me in it, under the aurora?
Georges MATHIEU (1921-2012)
Arcadia found - circa 1986
Alkyde on canvas
92cm x 73cm
Signed at the bottom of the center "Mathieu" and titled on the back on the chassis "L'Arcadie Retrouvée"
Artcurial
Maybe one reason time seems to speed up in adult life is because when your full time job leaves you roughly 5 hours of free time a day plus two days off a week your life turns into a sort of monotony that makes the days blend together and creative pursuits move in slow motion as you can only get to them when other your commitments are done.
When you look back and think damn 2019 wasn’t that long ago where did the time go? Job. Your Job took it.
I’m putting in my too weak notice.
straight up this looks like ai generated gay porn
im at th parking lot attacking people with chains & scythes & shit
Very unprofessional behavior from a journalist
its my day off
great thing about a character with very little canon backstory is that you truly can say anything you want about them. my blorbo now.
hrrrggggg why must i be at work dont they know i have dead irishmen to write
The key to understanding history and geopolitics is to remember: just because one side is bad, doesn't mean the other side is good
Just because an official narrative is suspect doesn’t mean the most popular counter narrative is automatically true
Marylanders don’t say hi hello how are you my name is they just try to kill you with their car. which is of course a great honor in their culture
In Northern Virginia the country of my birth people kill you with their car because you deserve it. sic semper tyrannis
aging tumblr userbase moment, discovered a new backup route to work that is Slightly Shorter than my previous backup route, and has a goddamn stunning view for about thirty seconds
I scream-laughed.
"Knight" — Yanina Nesterova (nstrwa) 2024
By Tatiana Svistunova