i'm a "stay in your lane" "mind your own damn business" kind of guy until i discover a hidden passage behind a bookcase then tbh a bitch might just snoop around
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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i'm a "stay in your lane" "mind your own damn business" kind of guy until i discover a hidden passage behind a bookcase then tbh a bitch might just snoop around
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞
-- 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘺
Trompe l'oeil still lifes, Details. By William Michael Harnett (American, 1848-1892)
Ave Maria (Detail) – Rudolf Bacher (1862-1945)
The real flex is keeping your heart soft and your boundaries strong.
I dream, often
I dream of love and the overwhelming feelings that come along with it.
Will I experience this joy one day?
Or as God cursed me to a life full of loneliness for eternity?
If so,
Lord, I pray, at least give me a love like Achilles and Patroclus.
An undying love that knows no bounds.
Where they go, I will follow.
For as long as they will let me.
― A Romantic Soul
no film has changed me quite as much as seeking a friend for the end of the world (2012)
I’m tired of missing you, it’s just, i dont know how to stop, I don’t know if it ever gets better, I don’t know what to do of this hollowness.
P.S. i love sunsets 🤷🏻♀️🌅
the only energy I have left in me is to love, wholeheartedly
The signs as Leopold Schmutzler paintings
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Taurus
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-- I Hate and I Love, Catullus (trans. Peter Whigham)
love is stored in the kitchen
perhaps the world ends here - joy hario // the world unseen (2007) - dir. shamim sarif // text post - @jacebeleren // daidai’s kitchen - @pakchoys // text post - @bicarusgf // in the kitchen - helena janecic // letter to donald windham - tennessee williams // お仕事 - @tomokohara // summer kitchen - donald hall // perhaps the world ends here - joy hario
bell hooks, from all about love
Just a reminder that Vincent van Gogh did not eat yellow paint to make himself feel happy, he ate paint, and drank different chemicals because he was suicidal and this is why he was not allowed in his studio while having breakdowns. He also did not paint starry night and his other great works because he was depressed, he painted most of them while he was in recovery and demonstrated his hopefulness and love of the world through this. Most of his great works were painted from his room at a hospital. Van Gogh’s depression should not be glorified. His hope and effort toward a better life, as well as his recovery from depression should be glorified.
If I may add, he did not cut off his own ear, he went into a manic depressive state and got into a fight with a friend who cut off part of his ear by accident. It’s unsure if he actually did commit suicide (he was shot in the stomach, and he was seen getting into a fight with some boys earlier that day), but nonetheless, he lived a sad and painful life, not one to admire. He only sold one piece when he was alive, his mother destroyed every painting of his that she had and constantly reminded him he couldn’t replace his older brother Vincent, a baby who died a year before our Vincent came to the world. He admitted himself into asylums on multiple occasions. He traded paintings people considered garbage just for a sandwich or a single beer, paintings that are now worth millions were once traded for a goddamn sandwich. He was disrespected, called weird and insane. He would have had painted 6-7 paintings a week when he was feeling good before going into depressive states and not painting for weeks or even months. He worked hard, trying to get better. His pain shouldn’t be glorified, but his recovery, his desire to keep going should.