Unknown - Pasi Tammi , 2026.
Finnish , b. 1971 -
Oil on canvas , 120 x 120 cm.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

if i look back, i am lost
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Unknown - Pasi Tammi , 2026.
Finnish , b. 1971 -
Oil on canvas , 120 x 120 cm.
skin to skin: eroticism in dress - prudence glynn (1982)
Värmland, Sweden (10 May 2020).
Dandelions
Shop print INPRNT | Scarves & Bandana: Ko-Fi
'Breakfast in Bed'. Natalia Leonova. 2021.
hi everyone im a blonde bisexual looking to terrorize the local club population which should I go with
maybe the single funniest twitter comment I've ever seen
a little peter in progress. [calm voice] I don't feel so good captain.
i want whatever tomtord have in cuptoast's PORK SODA animatic
Increasingly obsessed with pictures and gifs of Trent where he just looks really normal
Like yeah, I deeefinitely see this guy on my street sometimes. He only comes outside to get the mail. Saw him at the store once, too :p
trent reznor by frank forcino, 1994.
isnt it fucked up that some people spend their entire lives looking for something they were missing in childhood? like a plant that is permanently curved sideways because the soil it grew up in messed with the formation in its trunk.
I haven't been more bored in a relationship before than I do with my boyfriend.
I keep having dreams of a different boy.
I consider leaving very often. I'm not even sure I like this guy. I am not sure I'd choose his company over anyone else's. maybe im bored, alone, and endlessly frustrated.
sex with him feels like lukewarm milk. it doesn't inspire me. It feels like nothing. either he's really bad at this, or I'm not good enough for him. he always comes. he masturbates thinking about me. he kisses me first. I almost never kiss him back. I have no reason to do that. my genuine feelings are just "God his breath stinks." and hope I don't break out afterwards.
I'm tired. emotionally. he validates me, but it doesn't feel like anything special. it feels like a responsibility. am I this much of a social recluse that I can't even be romantically insentivized by a generally well put together person??? he got me something I enjoy, a flower.. he bought me shampoo without asking... he lets me use his kitchen and ingredients... but I feel nothing. absolutely nothing.
i watched the amazing digital circus... it was fun.
☆ i fear i can no longer gatekeep these images, side stage photographs of woodstock 94 by jim lanza. ☆