Marquees, Photo by Jenny Holzer, 1993
Times Square installation of Jenny Holzer’s neo-conceptual text-based art.
cherry valley forever
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Andulka
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
todays bird
will byers stan first human second
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if i look back, i am lost
almost home
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Marquees, Photo by Jenny Holzer, 1993
Times Square installation of Jenny Holzer’s neo-conceptual text-based art.
Happy #SharkAwarenessDay 🦈!
To celebrate, here are those happy Hammerhead Sharks from "Oki National Products Illustration Notes," Japan, Edo Period, 1735 CE:
Japan National Diet Library DIG-NDLD-16995
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[video description: a video of a baby fox playing in a graveyard. end description.]
its okay babe i know things are pretty bad but one day a baby fox will frolick over our bones. the rubble, the decay, the decline....it will all be beautiful again
Black Cat - Kim Harding , 2023.
Australian , b. 1971 -
Oil on canvas , 40 x 40 cm.
by Kym MacKinnon
the front seat of the car is a type of confessional
i genuinely think that physically it’s easier to have hard conversations when you’re both facing forward, not having to look at each other. the catholic church knew this also
What? No, no. Orwell, Vermont.
It’s a view of childhood that echoes another one of my favorite passages from A Time to Be Born:
As a child she could not remember having any child feelings, but only a sense of outrage at the indignity of a superior person, a full-grown princess, like herself being doomed by some mean witch to what seemed endless imprisonment in the form of a child, suffering all the humiliations of smallness, dependence, tumbles, and discipline. It disgusted her to be buttoned into leggings on some one’s lap and to be afraid alone in the dark and to hurt when she fell down when her mental inferiors, namely her parents, suffered none of these things.
The Cat Book
he’s at it again
I want to see a Thai martial arts movie shot in this guy's house where everyone keeps trying to use things in the house as a weapon but it just falls apart because it's chocolate and what's supposed to be a badass fight scene degenerates into a few helpless men sliding and flailing around in a giant messy pile of smashed desserts.
I know how the scene would end. Bad guy gets up, draws a weapon, and PANG!
There's Chocolate Guy holding the one real metal pan in the room.
I know how the scene
would end. Bad guy gets up, draws
a weapon, and PANG!
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Wild Energy - Jeanne Rosier Smith
American , b. 1966 -
Pastel , 12 x 16 in.