[In a room where it's all quiet]: Wow it's like a western front in here
Jules of Nature
Cosmic Funnies
Sade Olutola
i don't do bad sauce passes

Origami Around
$LAYYYTER
Sweet Seals For You, Always

JBB: An Artblog!
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
noise dept.
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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YOU ARE THE REASON
AnasAbdin
Peter Solarz

Product Placement
trying on a metaphor
Show & Tell
hello vonnie

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[In a room where it's all quiet]: Wow it's like a western front in here
hannah muehi
Lara Agosti - A Grandma’s Kitchen, Measured, 2012
“Time is not a straight line, it’s more of a labyrinth, and if you press close to the wall at the right place you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side.”
— Tomas Tranströmer (1931-2015), from “Answers to Letters”, in: “The Great Enigma”, translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton
Cats on a vintage postcard
annotated love pt. II : from the archives of yearning.
Félicien Rops (1833–1898)
“Le dessous de cartes d'une partie de whist,” c. 1874
Censored illustration to “Les Diaboliques” by Jules Barbey d’Aurevilly.
Published in portfolio 1884 (heliogravure on Japan paper).
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“Tell me that you have been dreaming of me. That you wake up in cold sweats, gulping in air. You feel like you’ve drowned. You wake up and still feel like you’re drowning. Tell me that you’ve spent a great deal of time gazing at stars, thinking that sometimes things look better farther apart. That constellations are beautiful only because we have the space to connect the dots. Now take it back. Tell me that you’re sorry. That you know we’re not stars. We’re just people. Tell me that you know there’s nothing poetic about plane tickets. Tell me that you want to buy them anyway. Ask me to stay.”
— Trista Mateer, “Ask Me to Stay”
𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚟, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 (𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟾-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟶)
I would love to unclench my jaw one day
Dandelion shoot, 2026-05-11
“there is no poem for what you have done to me.”
— jay vespertine
Kranium (1839, Pen, ink & wash) - Johan Lundbye