Color Me Curious
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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almost home
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
EXPECTATIONS
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Noah Kahan

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Fieri Frames
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin

Jimmy Eat World

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Claire Keane
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Cosmic Funnies

#extradirty
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@lavenderlollie
My Birthday Party
A tinge of sadness with melted wax
I wish the wish that brought me back
The room goes dark, lights liven up
And I walk and I walk and I walk
from guest to guest to guest
And I, too, am one
In the early 1800s a man named Little Jon lived in this so called earth cabin (swe. ‘backstuga’) located in southern Småland, Sweden. An earthen cabin is built partially buried in the ground, in this case there’s three walls of stone and one wall made of wood. In Sweden earthen cabins was common in the forests from the 1600s until the late 1800s. Link
Open your third eye[s].
i can’t feel my love no more
think he’s gone away with another
bright eyed woman on his shoulder,
brown haired lover under covers seeking solace in the night
think he’s light loving in the dark,
drinking up stars in her arms,
keeping our memories lost across four thousand empty miles..
This started as a doodle but I kind of like this little guy. I’m thinking of experimenting with repeating fabric patterns. Maybe I’ll make him some friends and give it a go.
my heart is so big and I love you so much! I would peel your oranges for you and get all the white stuff off to prove it
I hate not being able to explain things properly. I hate thinking in chunks and not in sentences. I hate how people always use that to take advantage of me in an argument .
From Parsifal, illustrated by Willy Pogany (1882-1955), 1912 edition. Via.
Familiars
I feel like calling but I don’t have the words
you’re reaching out & every time it hurts
to hear your voice & listen like I always do
don’t wanna be cruel but I’m missing u
& just once i’d like to hear u say u want me, too
or push me away now, don’t want another day of
I can’t sleep
now that ur gone
my mind is always buzzing
can’t get along with myself anymore
i realize
that we were never perfect
but i’d still like to try u on for size
or push me away now, can’t seem to stand the way u
string me along like another of ur unfinished projects
Yellow birch leaves fall,
paper skin sheds to the ground
Winter’s in full spring again,
snowing me in and keeping me frozen
to Fire’s tongue of scorching promises
How do I burn on, now,
without candlelight blanketing our movements--without you,
without your soft caresses,
slick fingers across silken skin,
when even the stars would shiver in Night’s anticipated splendor...
when you’d made me forget that I’d forgotten
how to love
Squint my eyes at silver light, the rising moon above the sill Still is darkness, still is mind A heart that wakes to a sliver
My lover groans, goes back to sleep I wonder what the day will bring I wonder what I'll make of me I wonder if I'll be anything
My spirit groans, I go back to sleep I dream of children and silver sheep I dream of a name that sings no song I dream of a name I can't claim my own
Golden light dances on top the hills Life sparks from somewhere under Bare hands interlocked with time, bare chests caressed by sun A heart that wakes to an open sky
My lover groans, goes back to sleep I wonder what today will bring I wonder what he'll make of me I wonder if I'll grow old
Morning laughs, I go back to sleep I dream of children and golden rings I dream of a name that sings no song I dream of his name I claim my own