yeah, i guess it is a little strange.
Color Me Curious

oozey mess

@theartofmadeline
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RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
ojovivo

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

if i look back, i am lost
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Fai_Ryy
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane
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EXPECTATIONS
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@cycoekiller119
yeah, i guess it is a little strange.
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excuse me
OH. can’t believe I forgot about such an important part of art history my apologies
sea creature worry stones
made a sea angel worry stone!
more to come :-)
our horses are married 💖🎠💍🎠
bisorse lovers club 💖🐴🦬
happy horse year 🎠💖
quick study of this 1988 doc martens ad
support me on ko-fi
“ao3 always receives more funds and donations than what they ask for” yeah that’s because people love a place that actually protects all fanfics, art and artists against censorship, purity culture and capitalism. shocking, I know
my kitty and her lps fishy
made a fish ring!!!!
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my organs are glistening 💖
catch of the day 🎣🧜🏼♀️
i have been feeling strangely unmoored. i am the sun hiding behind the moon, refusing to lay my sunbeamed fingers on golgotha for fear of casting shadows on His dying visage.
i have been decomposed into mud and dirt, rebuilt my image into a mockery of gold and frankincense and myrrh. i am stubborn- i lie 6ft above a body that knows not how to turn to dust in god's hands.
did jesus not die for our sins? i ask myself this, desperately. in whispers and pleading whines that shake my knees on the hassock of the church pews. my family bows their heads in reverence. i bow my head in fear.
and in my genuflection i can almost believe that- if i try hard enough, to carve my worship deep in my skin- a saint will reach down a pitying hand: muffling the longing that lines my bones, flows through my veins.
heres the final homo/homicidal wilson i made!!!