"...Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit. Father, into your hands..Why have you forsaken me, in your eyes forsaken me..."
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Not today Justin

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Jules of Nature
todays bird

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cherry valley forever

if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
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$LAYYYTER

ellievsbear

Discoholic 🪩
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Kiana Khansmith
Sade Olutola
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@crembrulees
"...Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit. Father, into your hands..Why have you forsaken me, in your eyes forsaken me..."
The Forerunner (1894) by Eugène Trigoulet
Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.
–Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
No Love Is Wasted
I made a desperate little sound when I realized I haven't posted this one here yet.
Neil spat in his face
when i grow up i wanna be a dandelion
a light within me was stamped out but im chill
recovery bug 1
Clip Studio Paint had a sale on and I can’t stop playing with it :3
The Original for comparison ;D
He left bloody fingerprints on the rock, but there was something satisfying about that.
I was here. I exist. I’m alive, because I bleed.
He hadn’t stopped being thankful for his body. Hello, Adam Parrish’s formerly chapped hands, I’m happy to have you.
Words by Andrea Gibson
my battle
“I was carving my name into your side and you were calling me soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention.”
— Trista Mateer, from “For the One Who Loved My Hands More than Anything Else,” The Dogs I Have Kissed
#crysobbing
i have a slur to say
Neil and Andrew at the winter market✨
I like the thought that they will visit Nicky in Germany for Christmas at some point (Andrew is most likely only with them for the Glühwein🫡)
I’m so happy that I still managed to make a Christmas fanart😭✨
God's First Failed Angel Lived in the Garden As a Bird
carved bluestone, ~12"x11"