aesthetic

call me e. my main is here, none of my art will be posted on this blog. bg painting is by shin yun-bok

[angelfishing]

COOL-ASS 70’S SHOUJO FASHION!

[redlipstickresurrected]

Andy Dixon (Canadian, b. 1979, Vancouver, Canada) - 1: Versace Shirt, 2016  2: Hermès Bomber (Fake), 2017  3: Hermès Blouse, 2016  4: Versus Shirt by Gianni Versace (Possibly Real), 2017, Paintings: Acrylic on Canvas

[madame-merle1-deactivated202004]

[blackhoody]

[profoundgaiety-deactivated20200]

“Men may kiss men.”

From Elon’s 1977 yearbook.

[mun-sal-vache]

The Wild Swans - Bernard Nast

[gayer-than-you]

“Some things I have loved will never love me back.”

— Anis Mojgani - “Today’s Love” (via buttonpoetry)

[olivethomas]

Linda Darnell in It Happened Tomorrow, 1944

[byjove]

bartender: what’ll it be sir

me: uh kmac dune tits out

bartender:

[thetyrannosaur]

bro oh my god the rollup boob windows…. this is lost technology

[boykeats]

September Affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid) by Keaton St. James

[diabeticlesbian]

Jenna Gribbon “Me Looking At Her Looking At Me”

[daveydiscoballs]

[tits-n-trix]

He would get eaten by a sea monster immediately with such a bright flashy tail and no natural camouflage, but I’m glad the photographer recorded this rare chance encounter

[glumshoe]

Common misconception. Pterois disconis is actually covered in thin, filamentous spines that deliver a potent neurotoxin. His flamboyance is actually a form of aposematism, warning predators to stay away, and capable of flashing brightly to attract and disorient prey. 

[acreaturecalledgreed]

#it’s like you don’t know anything about gay merman biology

that tag is too good to leave out

[art-centric-deactivated20170317]

Lighthouse Dandelions Jamie Wyeth

[maybethereissomething]

David Ostrowski, F (Love in the Time of Cholera), 2014

[lifeinpoetry]

One day, we will again promise, we will drink tap water mixed with salt in an effort to clean out our throats, we will no longer chart our ribs with a marker, we will no longer shake from the sight of stars. At night, we will comb each other’s hair and get drunk on          nothing, and one day, we will open our eyes, we will again love, our bodies will never again be broken and we will step into the dawn with nothing in our hands, we will let our scars turn into small birds.

— Brynne Rebele-Henry, from “Self-portrait with needles & a broken mouth,” Autobiography of a Wound

[yan-wo]

Ditlev Blunck, The Nightmare, 1846

[tgpgifs]

Manny Jacinto for Kore Asian Media (2018)