some sort of love poem
by artist grendelmenz // deactivated (original post)
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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some sort of love poem
by artist grendelmenz // deactivated (original post)
some sort of love poem
by artist grendelmenz // deactivated (original post)
The reminder we all need sometimes ❤️ Or do you have pictures of another LI hanging above your work station?
Pixel post dividers for everyone! It's not much, but feel free to use them if you'd like. I don't know the ideal size for these, so let me know if they're too tall. I can make them a bit shorter next time.
aesthetic board ; lovek vanechka
SIN - EATER ; notice was given to an old sire before the door of the house, when some of the family came out and furnished him with a cricket, on which he sat down facing the door; then they gave him a groat which he put in his pocket, a crust of bread which he ate, and a bowl of ale which he drank off at a draught. after this he got up from the cricket and pronounced the case and rest of the soul departed, for which he would pawn his own soul.
this is not for you.
learning
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
River Severn, Bridgnorth
(Albino deer, by CCCPxokkeu)
Watch this, man
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
turned over a leaf to be nosy
me: 👁👄👁
the spider: 👁👁👁👁👄👁👁👁👁
Cleaner on break
Everyone in Minneapolis has whistles now to warn about ICE nearby.
Hang in there, little guy.