Silver Metal Over Black Methacrylate, 2018. Txema Yeste. Silver Gelatin
No title available
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
we're not kids anymore.

No title available

bliss lane

ellievsbear
No title available
todays bird
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
𓃗
One Nice Bug Per Day
Sade Olutola

Kiana Khansmith
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

PR's Tumblrdome

roma★
Sweet Seals For You, Always
The Stonewall Inn
hello vonnie
Misplaced Lens Cap

seen from South Africa
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia

seen from Poland

seen from Argentina
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Trinidad & Tobago
seen from Germany

seen from India
seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from Australia

seen from Sweden

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany

seen from Türkiye
@lullaby-blind
Silver Metal Over Black Methacrylate, 2018. Txema Yeste. Silver Gelatin
Between the spoons there is little space but memories are steep. One song rolls into another and we recall recipes and time spent on the porch.
Your heart is starving for the week of group
approvals, and a sure tension took their foundation
to the heavens, when lotions can't make beauty last
or a flick to make time pass. B's take you to the
next something just out of my grip, I know this
expired check overload, I say I like living or is it not
truly? So stop on by somewhere balanced, you're
welcome to the last of my real or soft talk. Stab my
eyes and know my blood, bypassing the good night.
im like when ppl make elephants paint but im both the elephant and the trainer and all i paint are detailed depictions of me killing my captors and escaping my enclosure
^thing i found in my drafts
^lie i made up to give the post more flavor
Rondal Partridge • The Eye, 1953
You thank yourself with weekend catalogs right
now, generous to what feedback I know you are
already falling for. Gravity genuinely helps you turn
around longer, waiting to improve yourself in any
good nostalgia, or keeping awake in the
introspection of the glen. Yesterday you were not
exactly inclined to say who you keep beside you.
Yeah maybe then the sass ain't crystal clear to one
like yourself now that we both are in a dark picture.
Toma Bonciu