sparkle on! its the first day of the fifth month in the year the albatross came to the south-western halls. forget who you are

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sparkle on! its the first day of the fifth month in the year the albatross came to the south-western halls. forget who you are
So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess
Part 6 in my weekly poster series for 2026. Felt like making something a bit less text focused for this week
It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider
Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal
I hate it too tbh
A french one a friend sent me, we send each other pictures of doors for.... reasons.
The direct translation is "door out of use" and "just like us all", but the french word for "out of use" also means "doomed". So it would be something like "door doomed, just like us all".
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argument i have with myself every day. my thesis statement is always "make your art anyway," but i haven't lately been practicing what i preach
doodling a little statue study on the bus back in august... saw her hair and got tired though. inspired by this guy !
huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem
Joust ⚔
love when something is about something else
I think what i enjoyed most about Conclave was how obsessed with its own premise it was. Movie that keeps going “is it not fucking crazy that they just lock them all in the pear wriggler like this? Isn’t it wild that this is how new popes get chosen?” and i was like hell yeah it is brother. It’s crazy as fuck
Aislinn Clarke's new movie: Fréwaka
love love love when i can instantly recognize a style and know exactly who the artist is
this poster is by lou benesch !
Carl Sandburg
quote from Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield / lyrics from "True Blue Interlude" by Magdalena Bay / Evening Stretch by Kushagra Gupta
what the fuck
#it’s NOT inexplicable#it’s bc someone based it on the unicode 6 yellow heart#which is colorless but shaded with halftone dots#and someone interpreted that like stubble#and drew this#which is SO FUCKING FUNNY via @animusbell
OH MY GOD
THE REASON THE YELLOW HEART IS SHADED THAT WAY IS BECAUSE OF FUCKING HERALDRY HATCHING ISN’T IT
FUCK YEAH AUTISM LET’S GOOOO
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I’m such a prequel girlie at the end of the day. Hahaha yes tell me a story that was always going to happen. Tell me a story that’s been dead since the beginning
sometimes language families fuck me up a bit. like hi we used to sit around the same fire and we saw the same birds flying south and our children climbed in the same trees but then we parted ways and now we might not understand each other at all but maybe we can still recognize each others words for the moon.
daphne's blessing 🌿