Peter Solarz

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Sade Olutola

JBB: An Artblog!

Andulka
todays bird
hello vonnie
Mike Driver

Origami Around
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ellievsbear
dirt enthusiast
Keni
noise dept.
Three Goblin Art
Not today Justin

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@clinicallyinsanemidget
It is exhausting seeing people and I love them but I cannot wait for them to leave so I can be myself again and eat crackers alone in the dark
Me: I’m DONE talking about this
Me: ………and you know what else man
Morgan fried-mon
this is so cute stop
I wanted others to understand me in hopes that it would help me understand myself.
my mistake (via pl3asing)
Mad rabbit hope y'all enjoy
My baby ❣🐘
Would want as an ornament, I wouldn't want to get it dirty.
Artists Share “Before and After” Evolution of Their Drawing Skills with Years of Practice
this gives me hope
The single most motivating picture I have ever seen
Cats can fly and they look cool doing it.
By Alex Odisy. Parliament Tattoo, London.
Good love
I miss that good love
that crime-less, no-hangover, totally-harmless, no-need-for- explanation, down-right-honest, no-defending- his-or-her- bad-actions,
kinda love–
that love that leaves a sweetness on your lips when you say it aloud,
not like the kind of love it seems I’ve become accustomed– painful and tragic, mainly made up of rehearsed excuses meant to justify my routine mistreatment.
there’s a bitter taste to all the key phrases:
“.. didn’t mean it”
“.. good intentions”
“.. genuinely..”
“.. misunderstanding”
“.. does care”
“.. defense mechanism”
“.. trust issues”
“.. said sorry”
“.. changed”
“I swear”
not that it matters what I choose to say it’s all the same
it troubles me
I’ve presumably forgotten what that good love feels like– a celebrated love, an intense passion that doesn’t leave me with burn marks or battle scars
love that comes with a “how we met” story a “how quickly we fell for each other” timeline a “magical moment” that on paper would seem too good to be true, but it’d make perfect sense when talking about us
it’s not that I need a love I can brag about, though that would be a nice touch,
it’s just that I want that kind of love that simply feels good.
This woman confronts racism in the funniest way possible.
I turned my frustration with myself into art.
I feel like this is really important for people to see. I’ve been saying depression and mess go hand-in-hand for years, but so many people feel like they’re alone in it. You’re not.
When i see posts like this I really wonder if this is something I struggle with.