REASONS TO NOT END IT:
"There are simply too many soups to try. I fucking love soup."
-anonymous
#825

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REASONS TO NOT END IT:
"There are simply too many soups to try. I fucking love soup."
-anonymous
#825
REASONS TO NOT END IT:
"as someone who tried, earlier this year?
you can take off your shoes and feel the grass, warm with the sun, under your feet. you can listen to rain whispering you to sleep. you can hear a new song, or an old one, and be struck by how beautiful it is. you can see birds, or butterflies; you can see a movie that makes you laugh. you can start over. you can make things—crafts, writing, food, gifts for yourself and others. you can read a book you’ve never read before. you can take a bath or shower and get out of it flushed and smelling great. you can learn five words of a new language. you can run your hands along something that has your favorite texture and feel your nerves respond to it.
you can always, always, always do something new. there is so much pain in this world but there are also so many small pleasures, so many tiny reasons to love the person you are and were and have been. there are still surprises for you, moments of kindness and connection and beauty, and they are within your reach. you can still grow and change. you WILL still grow and change.
you will find a way to live a life that is fulfilling and good. you will find a way to live a life that is fun and has whatever small pleasures you want. but you can’t do that if you stop living.
and you are worthy of the effort it takes to stay living."
-anonymous
#870
" A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal" -Let Down (Radiohead)
peak
More of my art,
Title: Blue-Eyed Girl
Little Angel Girl
a little girl
with angel wings
and black, coily hair
frolics and skips
in a field of flowers
decorated by the multiple headstones
and odd, old names engraved onto them
dates sprawled at the bottom
proclaiming the exact day death called their name
the angel girl picking up the weeds
smiling at the dandelion's sunny brightness
adults around her weep,
crowding around a headstone smaller than the others
she looks among them curiosly,
"Daisy" spelled out in sharp font
the little girl hated how grey the stone was,
the adults curse at the sky
because how can the sun still shine
when their sunshine, their Daisy, has faded?
A little child was stolen by the black death,
claimed by the ground beneath,
and the dandelions that rested on the dewy grass above
“An eternal night, without a thought or a dream, awaited her: she had no soul, and now she could never win one."
I was thinking about the parallels between Caine and the original Little Mermaid fairytale the other day [a “soulless” nonhuman creature is fixated on the human world but unable to enter it, obsesses over human artifacts, becomes self-destructively desperate to be loved by humans, fears facing an empty eternity of separation away from the humans, but fails to win their love, at a terrible cost to themselves, etc] and this set of quote animations was the result. I just really like Caine’s secret hobby.
Raining
its raining again,
It will rain tomorrow,
I am prepared for the rain.
The clouds cry tears
That splatter against the car window
That races down the gutter
To this slanted, creaky house.
The sky is draped with a blanket of misty clouds
The sun struggles to be seen
Sleeping behind the curtain
The hushed promise of lightning
After a crack of thunder
My Victorian looking boots,
Splash their way through puddles
A rainy Sunday morning
Twenty One Pilots
Chase Atlantic (from Pinterest)
still a wip but loving it so far
my drawing....
Silence
it hits me slow at first as it settles in all around me then faster stealing the air from my lungs crushing me down pummeling me like waves on a beach my ears ring my head spins I feel like I cant breathe cant move cant change surrounded by nothingness
I feel numb and lost as if this silence is comsuming my entire being I reach out trying to save myself but instead only feel nothingness, empty, dark
May is mental health awareness month! <3
Isn't that lovely, and isn't that cool? And isn't that cruel? And aren't I a fool to have...
My little dream at home studio (From Pinterest made by me)