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Janaina Medeiros

oozey mess

Kiana Khansmith
we're not kids anymore.
Game of Thrones Daily
todays bird
noise dept.

Love Begins
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

#extradirty

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
sheepfilms
NASA
will byers stan first human second
almost home

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JBB: An Artblog!
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@marlaburse
4 Kodawood Walnut Mid Century Clamshell Dining Chairs Danish Modern Eames on ebay
WANT!
"Deer Mother, Dear" India inking on 110 lb cotton rag "Mistaken" gouache resist I'm 300 lb cotton rag
#robert smith #the cure
| philip johnson | leonhardt house | long island | 1955 |
#dream home #mid-century modern
The picture on top is an ad for post-mortem photgraphs. Yeah, pictures of your loved ones RIGHT after death. The bottom one is a post-mortem picture. It is easy to make them pose since rigor-mortis has yet to set.
sammawamma:
Alexander and Susan Girard at the Herman Miller showroom with stacked shape artwork (via Operation Disneyland #3 – Designing Disney – Mary Blair “It’s a Small Word” « The Invisible Agent)
wait. what?
Ralph Gibson
Tonight I am, A sinking sort Of silly putty.
I need this on vinyl.
Taxidermy
Supposedly, You have a piece missing. Hollowed out Round your solar plexus. An absence of sin. It lies silently In your chest, Crawling slowly Up your esophagus Waiting to expel itself in the form Of an answer To the question, Of “why?” I place my hand on The deflated tomb, While gravity pulls Yawn-water down into My ears. (Silence would be nice) But in my mind All the time I imagine carving into you, Seeds everywhere Sticking in my hair. Death makes you hard But I would never take advantage Of such a calamity. Instead, I gut the pillows And fill you up, Like the animal I sleep with at night.
The spiders, spin webs throughout my bones. I feel them, traveling up and down my spine Drop-stitches between discs The millions of voyeurisitic eyes, burning holes through my insides.