Legoshi! 🐺
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Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Keni
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Jules of Nature
$LAYYYTER
Mike Driver
NASA
noise dept.
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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@heyitsmolly
Legoshi! 🐺
when my boss found out that I’m bi he said “I knew it had to be something, you knew way too much about art and shit” and I was like “do you think straight people can’t know things about art?” and he was just like “yeah.”
everybody was normal fighting~ *non-racist riff*
Bees don’t fly in the dark!
Idiots
Insta killstreak
This is amazing
Also, in defense of these bees: If I were going about my day outside and it very suddenly and with zero warning turned dark like God tripped on the sun’s plug and yanked it out by mistake, I would absolutely duck as a first instinct before looking for cover, whispering “what the fuck, what the fuck” the whole time.
been thinkin about this lately and i think i want a small life. not a BAD life n not an ISOLATED life n not a CLOSED life but just. small. with defined boundaries. i want a job that will sustain me that doesn't require exhaustion to survive. i want a place to live that's big enough for me to choose every part of it; just enough shelf for mugs i love, just enough cabinet for a neat set of paints, just enough closet for clothes i actually like wearing not just ones i tolerate. i want to do little routines and make small batches of things and be a regular somewhere. i just want to have something contained and clear that's mine, mine, mine
words cannot describe how little cryptocurrency means to me. i'd rather learn about the history of a mechanical pencil.
That's some looney tunes shit right here
+ Bonus:
When a bassist tries to learn guitar
Just found this video from 29/4/20. So obviously the world wasn’t doing great and personally I had not long recovered from a wee virus (iykyk)
I have played bass for years and was like “ok I own an acoustic guitar I guess I can learn it”. So I did.
This was my first ever time filming me playing love story so obviously it’s slow and wrong lol
My guitar thinking face is quite a wonder
Do you know? Do you know that feeling? When ur mate says they going to sleep. And then they just don't? And they just pop up on the group chat? DISTINCTLY NOT ASLEEP? Do you know that feeling? Do you you sour milk bottle? Hmmmm?? Answer for ur crimes milk!
Sour milk bottle may be the best thing anyone's every called me
I’M SCREAMING this was SO rude
I’ve always said that the world is a different place for the heartbroken. It moves on a different axis, at a different speed. Time skips backwards and forwards fleetingly. The heartbroken might go through thousands of micro-emotions a day trying to figure out how to get through it without picking up the phone to hear that old familiar voice. In the land of heartbreak, moments of strength, independence, and devil-may-care rebellion are intricately woven together with grief, paralyzing vulnerability and hopelessness. Imagining your future might always take you on a detour back to the past. And this is all to say, that the next album I’ll be releasing is my version of Red.
Musically and lyrically, Red resembled a heartbroken person. It was all over the place, a fractured mosaic of feelings that somehow all fit together in the end. Happy, free, confused, lonely, devastated, euphoric, wild, and tortured by memories past. Like trying on pieces of a new life, I went into the studio and experimented with different sounds and collaborators. And I’m not sure if it was pouring my thoughts into this album, hearing thousands of your voices sing the lyrics back to me in passionate solidarity, or if it was simply time, but something was healed along the way.
Sometimes you need to talk it over (over and over and over) for it to ever really be… over. Like your friend who calls you in the middle of the night going on and on about their ex, I just couldn’t stop writing. This will be the first time you hear all 30 songs that were meant to go on Red. And hey, one of them is even ten minutes long.
Red (Taylor’s Version) will be out November 19.
https://taylor.lnk.to/RedTaylorsVersion