Fig. 160 - The Radish Imp is a decorative little fellow.
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Fig. 160 - The Radish Imp is a decorative little fellow.
Trout lily, violets, lettuce - Kerry Simmons
American , b. 1976 -
Oil and wax pastel on paper , 40 x 25 in.
i can't believe you're "supposed" to make eye contact with people. like be serious i don't need to see your soul like that
every time i have salmon it's like. bears are right. i would also stand in a stream for this.
They are also right about: honey, berries, napping all winter, and lack of pants. So really, bears are just living the best life possible.
An Adelie penguin with its head coming up through the snow, ca. 1910
the personification of death being portrayed as deeply kind in fiction is something that reduces me to tears every single time
Garden of Death by Hugo Simberg is one of my favorite pieces of art for that very reason.
Life is a garden and Death is the caring gardener
The Washington Post, June 23, 1912
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Full Moons 2023
Trout lily, violets, lettuce - Kerry Simmons
American , b. 1976 -
Oil and wax pastel on paper , 40 x 25 in.
no no that’s a bop, i love it
“Woman!” cried I, somewhat tearsome,
“Who are you to stand so fearsome
With your wavy locks of auburn hair and eyes of emerald green?”
Quoth the woman, “I’m Jolene”
cats know when a girl's psyche is wounded...
murder mystery about a young widow whose rich husband mysteriously died and left her all his money except it turns out he’s not even dead and this is just a roleplay thing for them that accidentally got out of hand
God is a duck. Quack