L'arbre (1899) - Valère Bernard
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
wallacepolsom
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin

Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
noise dept.

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sheepfilms

JBB: An Artblog!
art blog(derogatory)

Kiana Khansmith
Cosimo Galluzzi
Three Goblin Art

izzy's playlists!
Jules of Nature

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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L'arbre (1899) - Valère Bernard
everybody needs to read more. read all the time. read every day. read read read
April 26, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
reblog to give your moot a love letter 💌♡
photo originally found on pinterest, I just turned them into png
reblog and put in the tags if you had to be stuck in one month forever which one you would choose. i think i’d pick september
happy 18th anniversary, three cheers for sweet revenge! (click for high-res)
Autumn my dear please come fast!
You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it.
Portable Irish harp (Dublin, circa 1820) made by John Egan (Irish, active about 1804–1841).
Maple and spruce.
Image and text information courtesy MFA Boston.
Erica Jong, from “Bitter Herb”, Witches
A “red flag”, to me, is when someone refuses to confront what’s unresolved, when they let things drift, unspoken, in the fog. It’s not the imperfection itself that’s the problem; we all have flaws. It’s the unwillingness to look directly at them, to name them, and to take responsibility for what needs to be set right.
WOLF PUPS HOWLING ... ❤️
Spirits of the Flowers
ceramic tiles from 1880
never kill yourself. you have to fill your mutuals dash with shit they don't care about forever, okay?