KIROKAZE
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ojovivo
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros

Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

izzy's playlists!

JBB: An Artblog!

if i look back, i am lost

Kaledo Art

blake kathryn
Sade Olutola
Misplaced Lens Cap

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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todays bird
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Not today Justin

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@diginell
some of my latest..
latest
some of my latest work, in no particular order
latest
some of my latest..
some of my work, in no particular order
some of my work, in no particular order
some of myy work, in no particular order
some of my work, in no particular order
some of my work , in no particular order
rage
The rain slaps hard against my window as I put 2 more rocks in my glass. This shit ain't gonna let up, so maybe I shouldn't either. Staring out at this wet city, Jim in a glass, cigarette burning, and my typewriter sits idly as I listen to the wind howl against this fucking building, the way my soul is howling against the inside of my fucking chest. The intense sad rage of a thousand thousand trapped adventures, begging, crying to get out. And all it takes is a crack in the facade to leak through, bubble up to the surface and explode upon the earth like the atomic volcano of joy we know it is. But until then... We thrash ourselves at the confines of convention, knowing we don't fit. Gnashing at the torrential storm of conformity, we gain trails and traction creating a cross stream of ideals in society, seeding the questions that need answering in those who need questioning.
memory
Whenever i see her face i remember how incredibly happy she used to make me i see the sharp in her eyes going soft for me. i can smell the sweetness of her skin and the smoke of her reds. i remember tracing my finger around a tattoo of her dead brothers name while we lay in bed, naked and sweatingand panting for breath.. What I realize now is that I don't see the screaming matches, the full ash trays of crushed butts smashed against the wall.. The ocean of bottles and blunt guts left after a long weekend.. I don't remember that she just up and disappeared one day... Funny how sweet the memory glass is...
mandala photocollage of my trip to sacramento
here are the paintings i have left, please buy or foster one of them!!
nawlins 2
petaluma