July 29th, 2020

Andulka
Three Goblin Art
Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes

tannertan36
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AnasAbdin

@theartofmadeline

Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros
Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
d e v o n

Discoholic πͺ©
Show & Tell

JVL
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space πΈ
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

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@holographics
July 29th, 2020
Kinomoto Sakura (Nurse Ver.) // Cardcaptor Sakura
1/6 Scale by T's System
long distance
Repeat after me: I draw so good. Not everything needs to be a banger. I'm not a content machine I'm a person who makes art and art takes time. Inspiration comes in waves and when it recedes that's when I should let myself rest
Anna and Elena Balbusso.
MECHANICAL HEAT by Jason Pierce β’ Illustrated by David Martin Mandate / OCTOBER 1979 [credit: CowboyFrank]
slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand
ohhh this one resonated didnt it
rugs by chelslikescats
alhaitham and kaveh go to easybreeze holiday resort
love is a rebellious bird none can tame. if you love me not, i love you, and if i love you? watch out
-- L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, Carmen
Lol my grades for last semester are the tumpet
i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.
the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also