Stranger Things

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cherry valley forever

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DEAR READER
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

if i look back, i am lost

oozey mess
noise dept.
Xuebing Du

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Keni
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@jayde954
Planters / Mugs
Oraclay Designs on Etsy
Mushroom Wall Hooks and Shelves
Leily Cloud on Etsy
The dog turns and looks, waits to be carried up the two steps. Inside the house she drops like a show onto her blanket, a thud, an adjustment... I’m on the couch because the dog on the blanket gets worried at night. During the day she sleeps the catnappy sleep of the elderly, but when it gets dark her eyes open and she is agitated, trying to stand whenever I leave the room, settling down only when I’m next to her. We are in this together, the dying game, and I read for hours in the evening with one foot on her back...
Jo Ann Beard, The Fourth State of Matter
As they spoke, a dog who was lying there lifted his head and pricked up his ears. It was Argos, Odysseus’ dog; he had trained him and brought him up as a puppy, but never hunted with him before he sailed off to Troy.
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As soon as he was aware of Odysseus, he wagged his tail and flattened his ears, but he lacked the strength to get up and go to his master. Odysseus wiped a tear away, turning aside to keep the swineherd from seeing it, and he said, “Eumaeus, it is surprising that such a dog, of such quality, should be lying here on a dunghill. He is a beauty, but I can’t tell if his looks were matched by his speed or if he was one of those pampered table dogs, which are kept around just for show.”
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And just then death came and darkened the eyes of Argos, who had seen Odysseus again after twenty years.
Homer, The Odyssey, (17.290 - 327), trans. Stephen Mitchell.
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Hark! Hark!!! Angelfish.
By Canis-Infernalis.
I am fucking tired
I can't
No no no
wetland.
[process on patreon]
A long weenie for halloweenie.
+ nature
Some of my recent work, I am happy with each one of them. Instead of hating them, I learn from them and are kinder to myself.
I am becoming better at controlling my negative emotions regarding my self worth and my art. The difference is huge compared to having breakdowns and crying once a month that I used to have. I am doing OK! :D
Wild horses enjoy the ocean
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#oh to be a wild horse enjoying the ocean