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One Nice Bug Per Day
will byers stan first human second
$LAYYYTER

Love Begins
ojovivo

Andulka

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noise dept.
macklin celebrini has autism

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
YOU ARE THE REASON
Cosmic Funnies
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
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Three Goblin Art
DEAR READER

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Our newest edition, Dream The End x Tumblr is now live! Featuring our guest editor @valentineuhovski’s favorite @artruby select pieces.
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MIDNIGHT CONTINUOUS
unreachable city regardless it shines shines now again side-by-side we are dashlit we are still dreaming the unchanging view breathtaking i.e. air never decides if it first enters or leaves the lungs now this is also the past where tenderly he hates me all over all neon and blur a skyline a hemline a faroff nearing the edge again now silent the heart stunned static my silent silent we’re blinded by passing headlights who wouldn’t lose sight our hours our hands incessant so unequaled you are familiar you are hipbone and brow you are perfectly remembered and perfectly indifferent
"Forensic Flyer"
By Uranium Willy
Jeff Koons x Mark Mayr
Luis Hidalgo, “024_VLO,” (2013) included in Paddles ON! co-presented by Tumblr and Phillips (ending July 2).
Fever 103: Sylvia Plath
"I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern——
My head a moon Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.
Does not my heat astound you! And my light! All by myself I am a huge camellia Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.
I think I am going up, I think I may rise—— The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I
Am a pure acetylene Virgin Attended by roses,
By kisses, by cherubim, By whatever these pink things mean! Not you, nor him
Nor him, nor him (My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)—— To Paradise."