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31 March 2022
Editing chapter 3
A group of students of Christ’s College, Oxford, sitting on a doorstep, March 1952. Photographed by Thurston Hopkins for Picture Post.
I hate capitalism but I love buying objects
Winter is here, so it's time to light candles and study in bed and complain about the weather. I'm trying my best to learn all the things I have doubts about, but it's a long list.
Serge N. Kozintsev, Morning Tea
my house is haunted because i live here
I'm going back to uni this year so I'm going to revamp my blog to do the 100 days productivity challenge (this time for good hopefully !)
here have some phrogs in the meantime
Beili Liu - The Mending Project (2011)
“…Hundreds of Chinese scissors suspended from the ceiling in a shimmery cloud. The piece involved the artist sitting at a small black table, hand-mending patches of fabric together which visitors were encouraged to cut themselves near the entrance. As the performance continued, the piece grew as one continuous cloth and lay spread on the floor.
The hovering mass of the downward-pointed scissors represent the distant fear and looming violence present in today’s cultural climate. The sharp blades above the artist are put in contrast by the silent and simple act of mending. The dichotomous result of the instant fear superimposed with the calming effect of the sewing created a surreal atmosphere in the room.”
Iness Rychlik @inessrychlik
‘Revenge’ (Zemsta), self-portrait.
this lesbian love note in a thrifted book has overcome me like it really is all about love it has always been and will always be
I'm a pacifist like institutionally but I'm absolutely certain that violence solves at least some problems on a much smaller level. I don't believe in wars or nuclear weapons or military campaigns I do believe in the power of that guy who punched the nazi in the face so hard his entire media presence immediately crumbled to dust
Wholeheartedly agree with this. I completely disagree in the concept of war, if war was just putting the two dudes that disagree in a room with a single knife until it's settled... well or there would be no disagreement anymore or it would be resolved way quicker.
Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red
your future self loves you. they dream of hugging you and wiping your tears away. they wish they could tell you stories of your future, just to see your smile and relief. they wish they could squish your cheeks and tell you how lovable you are. they miss you. they listen to playlists you made just to experience it again. they wrote you a long love letter too, but you will never read it. you are so loved.
yall see “love” and immediately go to “romantic love” if you translate “love is the whole point” to “romantic love is the whole point” you need to rethink everything because love is found in everything. in community, in friendships, in family, in food, in nature so actually love is the whole point and u can die mad about it. hope this helps <3
seule ?
Often, the impact that others have on me baffles me. I am not talking about strangers, but friends, family, perople that count. Maybe i just don't know what to do with relationships but it consumes me. When i am absent, it terrifies me, the though of them hating me all of a sudden is unbearable. But whe we talk and are present, i feel so dependant on their affection and attention that it terrifies me and i try to run away from it.
Which is better, alone? Or surrounded?