Nightmares, dreams or rêveries • Gustave Doré (1832-1883)
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Origami Around
Acquired Stardust
dirt enthusiast
i don't do bad sauce passes
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Kaledo Art

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Cosmic Funnies
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izzy's playlists!
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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we're not kids anymore.

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Nightmares, dreams or rêveries • Gustave Doré (1832-1883)
I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months
The Opal mist - Robert Zakanitch
American, b.1935-
gouache on paper, 45,7 x 61 cm. 18 x 24 in.
details from a mughal indian textile, 17th-18th century / metropolitan museum of art
forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again
I love painting leaves… 🌿
future me is wearing vintage dior to ballets & operas, ordering thousands of dollars worth of la perla, and slathering herself in crème de la mer. she’s living her best life. she finds any excuse to celebrate life by drinking glasses of chilled moët & chandon rose imperial champagne while binge watching grace kelly movies. every night she drowns herself in silk bedsheets while wearing baby pink olivia von halle ‘coco’ pyjamas. there are fresh arrangements of roses (from all her admirers) & peonies (which she picked up from the farmers market) in every room. she is utterly and completely happy. i can’t wait to be her.
rice and beans and cheese and avocados and tortillas and cinnamon and vanilla and cocoa and coffee and bananas and corn and
literally i cannot stress how important it is that everyone has a thing.
i do not care if it is a color or a hobby or an animal, everyone needs to have a thing so that their friends can see that thing and think of them that's what being alive is all about
(goes through an extended magical girl transformation, by the end of which I look the exact same, except I immediately shoot you with my perfectly normal gun that wasn’t there before)
Talking to people about your characters really is a game changer. You'll start saying things about them you didn't even know you knew.
anti-intellectualism actually refers to when I'm scrolling through tumblr tired and I skip all the posts longer than a paragraph
Strawberry Hill House—a Gothic Revival villa that was built in Twickenham, London 1749
came across this sentence today and now i know what he meant
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Putting powdered sugar on the post below