the world was never the same once the 2012-2016 pop punk era on tumblr ended
art blog(derogatory)

@theartofmadeline
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almost home
The Stonewall Inn
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bliss lane
Claire Keane
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oozey mess

Love Begins

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Monterey Bay Aquarium

tannertan36
One Nice Bug Per Day
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
RMH
NASA
Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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the world was never the same once the 2012-2016 pop punk era on tumblr ended
emily jacir, from where we come from, 2001-2003
“if i could do anything for you, anywhere in palestine, what would it be?” this question was recently posed to palestinian exiles by palestinian-american artist emily jacir. taking advantage of her ability to move about relatively freely in israel with an american passport, jacir promised to realize the desires of those forbidden entry into their homeland. a series of texts, black lettering on white panels, describes the various requests. color photographs, presented by their side, document jacir’s actualization of them. (sfmoma)
there are so many things that I want to do. I think I will stay on my phone for 2 more hours
did you imagine your own tragic death a lot as a child or are you normal
I gotta go I'm doing hot girl shit *continues to peel the yellow wallpaper*
Welcome to the curio shop, hope you find what you're lookin for.
Oh my god
I’ve done a lot of healing.
Immmm so fucking saaaaadddd
Not to be vague but not again please
listen i might be drunk but im right. art & literature & nature & music make life worth living. people who look like they were ripped out of a caravaggio painting make life worth living. go organize a bacchanal in the woods. take pics of your lover in your hotel room in venice. who cares if there’s a void in your soul. who cares if you can’t get attached to anyone. neither can michelangelo’s david.
not to be gross but i want to be in love
a thing: exists
me: hm. ok
same thing: is heart shaped
me: oh shit. ohgh fuck .
I’m different now.