NIGHT DRIVE, daffodils.
will byers stan first human second
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature
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Misplaced Lens Cap
art blog(derogatory)
Sade Olutola
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cherry valley forever
styofa doing anything

Origami Around
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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almost home
Not today Justin

titsay
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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NIGHT DRIVE, daffodils.
1001 Nights (1998) Art: Yoshitaka Amano
by Michal Rovner
its a bed-rot kinda day. go ahead, AMA.
link to my ask box at the top of my profile...
Normalize going into people’s ask boxes and ask them random ass questions.
Tumblr used to be so much fun with all the asks (anonymous or otherwise), and we need to bring those back, especially now that we finally have a half-decent blocking feature in place.
Ask people things! Message them! Don’t let tumblr inbox die! It’s one of the features that made tumblr tumblr.
Loved old tumblr. Was all in circa 2010, etc... glad to dabble now and again these days. Come over and AMA!
Destroyed Rume III
Oil pastel, pencil, and graphite on paper, 9x11”
2024
Night drive, daffodils.
• • • Self Portrait 9.17.2018 (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsKbCLzFcZk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13hv82zii1t2x
The more depressed I get the crazier my masturbation fantasies get.
Corina De Sousa - Intima Libertad, 2015
House "Russische Paleisje" (1988-93) in Amersfoort, the Netherlands, by Piet Blom
Friedrich Kunath, “Storms Never Last”, 2023
Something’s Brewing by Sue McGilveray
I've gotten good at being alone
at not aiming to grow
I've gotten good at dreaming of her
Those soft, barefoot toes
Summer is coming to a sleepy finish
Coiled in the shade is where I lay
Basking in my old skins
Where I slithered out
Then right under them