Rosa que linda eres 🌹
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Discoholic 🪩

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

ellievsbear
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art
RMH

Product Placement
will byers stan first human second
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Andulka
Cosimo Galluzzi
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
occasionally subtle
KIROKAZE
Not today Justin

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Rosa que linda eres 🌹
« For a long time I believed that it would be impossible to make a book out of these experiences; I could see no shape in them, no pleasing curve [...]. Yet I was loath to let the whole thing go unrecorded. Was it for this that I had gone footsore, cold, hot, wet, hungry? climbed up, and scrambled down? covered all those miles? looked at all those goats? Surely not. [...] The book was always in my mind, teasing at me, and little by little, as time receded, it began to take shape, a meaning began to rise up out of the welter, a few definite conclusions which really had some bearing on half-formulated ideas [...].
[I]t is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind; how the observation of last year seems childish, superficial; how this year,—even this week,—even with this new phrase,—it seems to us that we have grown to a new maturity. It may be a fallacious persuasion, but at least it is stimulating, and so long as it persists, one does not stagnate. »
— Vita Sackville-West, Twelve Days in Persia (1928)
Caderno de desenhos, Janeiro 2025
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Sketchbook, January 2025
I am so back
Been busy the last few weeks, haven't been posting because I had trouble adjusting to my new schedule. I don't journal or play games as much as I used to before, and I tell myself it's alright. I just need to be flexible to still have time for the things I want to do.
I wonder from where so many Americans get the idea that voting is supposed to be some expression of your deepest, most beloved values and virtues rather than a pragmatic, political move meant to shift your country as much closer to your ideal as possible. This strikes me as another example of extreme individualism. Voting isn’t about *you*. It’s about your city, state, and/or country. It doesn’t have to feel transcendently good deep down in your bones. It just has to *do* as much good as you can do, in this particular moment in time.
On Melancholy Hill — Gorillaz
summer came to an end, leaving behind a light
reblog is ok, don’t repost/use
Favorite green pages from my gouache sketchbook 🌿🌼
plant shop cats!!
they don’t know about bills or deadlines. 👩🏻🦯
i wish i was a cat sleeping in oregano or weaving between shelves to get to my favorite sitting spot in a fabric planter box🪴🐈
Coffee in Cork, Ireland.
Gerard Lange art journals, Book 24: Cork, Not Cork, spread 13 (pp. 26–27), 2021, 28 x 44 x 3.3 cm (11 x 17 x ¼ in.).
Week 19 in my Hobonichi Weeks. Peanut Butter & Tears by DPR IAN was stuck in my head, so I made this.
from the notion archives 📝
all photos by me, reblog is ok, don’t repost/use
To the…. 5 fans of puzzle agent out there. And to mister grickle himself. A puzzle agent bullet journal as a love letter to a dearly loved game. To me. <3<3