Kristi O’Meara, Intestines, digital drawing, 2014.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost

Kaledo Art
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AnasAbdin

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roma★
ojovivo
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
almost home
noise dept.
Jules of Nature
hello vonnie

Discoholic 🪩
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Peter Solarz
Today's Document
cherry valley forever

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Kristi O’Meara, Intestines, digital drawing, 2014.
jessica harrison
Onwards and Upwards
Nowhere to go but up. I hope. Many bad days, some good.
Here is my $.02:
- Everything is a struggle. Nothing comes easy.
- You need to actively chase what you want. If you don’t, you’ll wake up 40 years old and depressed (which is much closer than you realize).
- You are not golden. You are blood and guts.
- IT IS MOST IMPORTANT TO DO THINGS THAT MAKE YOU FEEL SLIGHTLY FULFILLED. DON’T PURSUE JOY. TOO MUCH PRESSURE. IT’S ABNORMAL.
People I Kinda Know III
Monotype/monoprint on watercolor paper.
Dear tumblr, let’s create?
Dear tumblr, what do you want to create?
I want to create people that love with their whole hearts and sob till their eyes are dry and irritated and all red. I want to create rainbows that spread across green dewy grasslands. I want to create someone you know, someone you love, who goes and does something awful to someone you despite. I want to create emotion. I want to create hope. I want to create a place where you and I share - desires, failures, differences, love. I want to create neighbours that you’ll love. Neighbours that you’ll chit chat to on Sunday mornings. Neighbour’s you’ll check in on when you don’t see them. I want to create dinner dates you’ve lived through - the ones that make you feel like you are flying, full of passion and desire. I want to create dinner dates that you’ve left in a hurry. The ones that made you slam your napkin down as all the others watch you stomp away.
I want to create. I will too. As will you. Now, what is it that you want to create?
Peace shall come
It’s ok baby
It’s give and take baby.
It’s do what you can baby.
It’s push a little baby.
It’s give and take baby.
Don’t stretch yourself too thin baby.
Just do what you can baby.
Look what you’ve got going baby.
Give yourself a break baby.
Armchair, mid 1800s-1891, Vienna.
This armchair
What a beautiful chair. But the price tag sticker ruins it for me. Someone tried to take it off, but obviously gave up. You’d think it was bought with purpose, maybe from an antique shop, chosen with care and deliberation. Or maybe it was refurbished. It certainly has that look.
But no, it was just another purchase. That bothers me, I don’t know why but it does.
Floating
It’s been too long since I’ve immersed myself in creating. I’m pulled this way and that by posts, to do lists and scrolling. God damn it. I loath scrolling but I can’t stop. It makes me feel sick thinking about how much time I could’ve been writing but instead was lost, floating aimlessly around in the deep internet sea.
I’ve got to write. Put my head down and get to work. Right?