Head of Medusa by Davide Calandra and Edoardo Rubino (c. 1926)

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titsay

roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
Acquired Stardust
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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sheepfilms

Love Begins

Kaledo Art
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON

Discoholic 🪩
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@lionserpent
Head of Medusa by Davide Calandra and Edoardo Rubino (c. 1926)
The Mermaid Fountain in Urayasu, Japan
these are the mermaids in the slytherin common room in hogwarts legacy
#CAT ART *Tulip kitten* 🌷🐈⬛🌷
@samirafee
So tired of messing up. When will I learn that isolating myself from socirty is the only way not to feel the nagging guilt for being mysel?
doctor sleepy just prescribed me with 5 more minutes
wortvater
doktor schläfrig hat mir gerade noch 5 minuten verschrieben
I hate feeling gult for taking dumb desitions as a character. It's been the second time when my DM got upset because of my actions and doubted their own ability to make me act according to their own plan and logic. Whereas I am just... I don't know... An average player with my own shortcomings who can easilly adapt and take criticism?
I wish my shortcomings and misunderstanding didn't upset people personally. It feels like roleplaying gives me more emotional labor and guilt complex than enjoyment.
death and the lover
Here's the best merch I bought in England by far (in the Canterbury Cathedral)
i love you hedge mazes i love you rose gardens i love you indoor courtyards i love you vines creeping over stone pillars i love you faded garden statues i love you night blooming jasmines i love you white wrought iron gazebos i love you green iron benches i love you ponds with koi fish and lotuses and water lilies i love you stepping stones i love you stone lanterns i love you trees bearing blossoms and fruit i love you garden landscape designers
My first glasses have arrived! The world is a beautiful place.
i was abandoned as a baby & raised by a wild pack of cigarettes
bösesnettesmädchen
ich wurde als säugling ausgesetzt & von einem wilden päckchen zigaretten aufgezogen
Writing letters is an interesting hobby. Initially I picked it up for the sake of mental release: there's no rush and just enough time to carefully think the reply over.
But this unlimited time to think my message over ofteb leads me to strange places like serious takes on merits of efilism or my honest review of "The Story of the Eye" or just snobbish roasting of shitty poetry slam I've recently visited. It's not a big deal, yes, npthing is a big deal on the internet, but I know little to nothing of the people I exchange letters with. I only know them from the carefully curated glimpses of their selves which may or may not reflect their actual level of openness to counterintuitive themes.
Writing lettters is an interesting hobby. What I value the most about it is this is the opportunity to form a curated, controlled intimacy - but intimacy nonetheless. That's why I am a trembling creature each time I reread my own letter and spot a line that might put an end to this equilibrium. Have I overstepped? And if yes, was their shattered temple of controlled intimacy worthy of my rawness?
The only way I can imagine Henry Winter using tiktok
Who's going to win:
Cheerful disposition & self-confidence
VS
One conversation with my mom