me: I will do things when I am less tired
me: *never becomes less tired*
me: oh no
Sade Olutola
Claire Keane
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ellievsbear
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Keni

Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)

Product Placement
Sweet Seals For You, Always

PR's Tumblrdome
trying on a metaphor
Cosimo Galluzzi
dirt enthusiast

Kaledo Art

oozey mess
Three Goblin Art

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almost home

Andulka

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me: I will do things when I am less tired
me: *never becomes less tired*
me: oh no
Some recent sketches and photos
How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful // Florence + The Machine
forgive yourself. whether you fail a test, eat too many cookies, say the wrong thing, fail a class, or spend a whole day in bed — learn to forgive yourself. the next day will be better. the next day will be a day closer to your next success. you can do it.
POWER OF REPETITION ↳ The Raven Cycle ⟶ “Depending on where you began the story…”
Depending on where you began the story, it was about this place: the long stretch of mountain the straddled a particularly potent segment of the ley line. Months before, it had been Cabeswater, populated by dreams, blooming with magic. Now it was merely an ordinary Virginia forest, green thorns and soft sycamores and oaks and pine trees, everything slender form the effort of growing through rock.
Rozenn Le Gall
rozennlegallcollages.com
Rachel Gregor
rachelgregor.com
always 6:20, then 6:21
Soey Milk
soeymilk.com
Come Sit on My Blind Side, Alexandra Gallagher
alexandragallagherart.com
https://www.instagram.com/p/Bhsb4r2FeE8/
“Starry Night” (1888) by Józef Chełmoński (Polish;1849–1914), oil on canvas, National Museum Kraków
have you ever loved a book so much that you try to not read it too much because you dont want to finish it too quickly?
“Why shouldn’t we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music […], some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?”
— Elizabeth Bishop