No man wants to watch the world burn
He wishes the world would notice
He is on fire.
trying on a metaphor

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
DEAR READER
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Misplaced Lens Cap

Origami Around
Jules of Nature

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@kwaidann
No man wants to watch the world burn
He wishes the world would notice
He is on fire.
Its never too late to change
Thank everything that we continue on-
Seeing more. Learning more. Yearning always- for more.
No, I totally haven't been outside listening to the rustling of leaves from deer feeding in the woods. It's just now 6am and now I know the best time to see the biggest deer. I guess the older ones come out in the twilight.
Study for Scribner’s Poster - Maxfield Parrish - 1897 - via Christie’s
I cant express how peaceful it is to imagine being swallowed up by the earth. To go back, be part of it all.
Crows in an Old Tree, Yosa Buson, 18th century, Minneapolis Institute of Art: Japanese and Korean Art
five crows perched near top of tree; two are darting down at LL; minimal, curled leaves with light color Seven raucous crows flit in and around an old tree at dusk, a scene all too common in autumn and winter. In Japanese poetry and painting, crows have long served as signs of the arrival of winter (the autumn season is suggested in this painting by the pink highlights on the tree’s leaves), and, by extension, death. One old folk belief is that a crow’s call may signal the death of someone nearby. Another says that a crow’s call at night is an omen of a fire. This can make them a somewhat gloomy motif, as in the famous haiku by Matsuo Bashō (1644–1694), who, like Yosa Buson himself, was a widely celebrated poet: “Crows resting / on a withered branch— / evening in autumn.” Here, though, Buson’s loose, energetic brushwork lends the scene a sense of liveliness. Size: 42 5/8 × 16 ¼ in. (108.27 × 41.28 cm) (image) 74 3/16 × 21 5/8 in. (188.44 × 54.93 cm) (mount, without roller) Medium: Ink on paper
https://collections.artsmia.org/art/6619/
12 years on tumblr today.
Irozaki, Evening, 1960, Toshi Yoshida
Kawase Hasui - Islands and peninsulas from various color woodblock print series.
Luo Xiao Hei Zhan Ji | The Legend of Hei (2019)
I mean, what's forever, anyways?
It was a good vacation. I used to think that I didnt want to live near the water. Growing up on the coast, I didnt really enjoy going to the beaches, but I figure it's because the gulf is so brackish and dark. Living in the caribbean really solidified my love for the water. I'm a great swimmer and feel so at home in the water. Michigan doesnt have mountains or beaches with water clear enough to swim in. I wouldn't say I hate michigan but I'm excited to leave when the time comes. I'm hoping I can move to Tennessee. It's a good midway point. Mountains, seasons, and it's close but far enough away from home. I've been wanting to visit the west coast for a while. I have a friend out there I'd like to visit, but life gets in the way. I think once you turn 30 you kinda start to view life with more of an open point of view. I dont have anything holding me to a certain place so I'm free to experience life as I choose. I'm going to choose to do more from now on. I feel like there is so much more I could have done with my life, but theres only a path forward, so I'll do with that what I can.
Siverskaya, 1883, Ivan Kramskoi