on the code team for the first time solo & the code alarm went off & i nearly threw up
2 alarms. diabolical
Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell
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KIROKAZE

Janaina Medeiros
Cosimo Galluzzi

oozey mess

Love Begins

Andulka

Kaledo Art

pixel skylines
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Three Goblin Art
DEAR READER

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d e v o n
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Peter Solarz
$LAYYYTER
YOU ARE THE REASON
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on the code team for the first time solo & the code alarm went off & i nearly threw up
2 alarms. diabolical
on the code team for the first time solo & the code alarm went off & i nearly threw up
night shift reread 🌙📚
sunshine ☀️
Twice Sold Tales in Cap Hill, Seattle, WA
June 1974
Dear Sandi,
To have a friend, you must be one so I'm sure you will always be blessed with many. Best wishes always.
Orbra Greenlee
lots of new finds at a local secondhand bookstore ♡
✦ PROJECT HAIL MARY by andy weir —in the style of a 70s sci-fi novel.
this summer i am WRITING and PAINTING and READING and GETTING OFF OF MY EVIL IPHONE
Do you live in the U.S? Do you want to read my books for free?
Well, thanks to the Queer Liberation Library, you can!
Shadow's Hidden Blade - My debut novel, about a woman who teams up with an amnesiac circus performer to solve a murder in a steampunk world torn apart by a war between gods.
Splintertown- An orphaned mind reader must use her powers to enact a revenge plot to save her friends from a dangerous criminal.
Sisters of Vipers - A teen girl must team up with demons to overthrow the corrupt priests and priestesses who are stealing demon magic.
"Do you know what a poem is, Esther?"
"No, what?", I would say.
"A piece of dust."
Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'
And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
pool read 📚🌊
night shift has been cooking at 2am & sleeping with the cats at 1pm
Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir
night shift & nurse appreciation week ♡
reading outside with good company 🩷