i think i'd be checking my phone in the cuck chair to be honest
ojovivo
$LAYYYTER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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oozey mess
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

tannertan36
Cosimo Galluzzi
DEAR READER

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@theartofmadeline
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Three Goblin Art
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titsay
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@garlicking
i think i'd be checking my phone in the cuck chair to be honest
The Fairy of the Moon, 1891, Hermann Kaulbach (1846-1909)
The Feast
has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing
“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”
Kamchatka (Russian Far East). Tolbachik volcano erupting.
Postcard from 1976.
by Jami Bollschweiler
european green crab
Drawings of my cat Darkly
What Doesn’t Kill Me Better Run (2021) — Oh de Laval
I saw myself in the mirror
Kiki's Delivery Service 1989 — dir. Hayao Miyazaki
I am not drunk, Gustav Klimt
Wim Legrand.
'The Lantern Bearers' by Maxfield Parrish, 1908
it actually feels good as fuck to tilt your head at a slight angle when you don't understand something. the animals were right
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “These Days People Are Really Selling Me on California”
Take his ass to the lost moon of poosh