I was liquefied
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Mike Driver
occasionally subtle

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Cosimo Galluzzi
Claire Keane

PR's Tumblrdome
art blog(derogatory)
Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@goodluckcatfigurine
I was liquefied
Love this guy!!
It has been so many months.. . I don't remember why I posted this what js this about why dies it have 500 notes 😐
Ogre of Skinny Puppy at Doomsday August 20, 2000
Gerard Donelan
my first word was dada. yes like the art movement i was a precocious child
Three of the Celestial Ponies are listed on Amazon ($14.99 USD each), and their blurb says "There are four unique ponies to collect" so presumably #4 will be coming soon.
They're so pretty!! Their listings are inactive so far; they are rumored to be a Fall 2023 release.
See their listings here: Polaris * Nova * Aurora
well the difference is that stalactites are for sucking and stalagmites are for fucking
Evisu: Spider Web Knit Cowichan Sweater (2005)
dragonfly mug
posting and deleting is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off
Not to get emotional on main but I’ve been looking in second hand stores for sewing patterns, and I always find lying next to it a basket of handmade doilies, jumpers, quilts, and it’s almost more than I can bear. I knit, I crochet, I’ve given most lace types a go so I know the painstaking time that goes into each piece, and it feels so cruel to see them and to be offered them for two dollars fifty, two dollars fifty for a year of a woman’s life devoted to what she loved. I’ve been recreating my grandmother’s lace, hoping I can find in a missed stitch the connection I missed before her memories failed. But among her projects is a yellow tablecloth, 6 segments of crocheted lace, the 6th unfinished. I don’t even know if there was meant to be a 7th. You find the same in op shops, crocheted granny squares and sets of just 7, rewound wool still holding the shape of a ghost of a project. I like to imagine it holds something within it, something I could reach if only I picked it up and finished it. I wish I had time, to repair a thousand womens crafts, but I’m so short on time, so busy with projects I only hope will sit next to the work of these artists when I pass.
the butchers knife fandom is really dyin out, reblog if you love cleavage
we r all faggots and pointless animals. curls up next to you and falls asleep on yr chest.
Hmm, Ken's "buddy" who can fit into all of Ken's clothes, you say...
Big Mac and Apple Bloom
I like to think they did each other’s braids :)