
Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies

shark vs the universe
YOU ARE THE REASON

JBB: An Artblog!

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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taylor price

titsay

#extradirty
One Nice Bug Per Day

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oozey mess

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Kiana Khansmith
Claire Keane
sheepfilms
RMH
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Untitled, 2019 Pencil and gouache
Parque das Garças, by Clara Araújo
WHISTLER, James Abbott McNeill (1834–1903)
Nocturne in Black and Gold The Falling Rocket 1875 Oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts Ed. Orig. Lic. Ed.
Thomaz Farkas Reflections on the Beach II 1940 - 1948
František Kaván (Czech, 1866 - 1941) On the Meadow in the Moonlight 1895
est littoral, nice, france
shopping list
eggs
butter
listening to shoegaze over laptop speakers at 1am after a few drinks and realizing how cripplingly alone you are in the universe for a split second before the feeling fades and you’re left with the faint afterimage of it burned into your consciousness like closing your eyes after staring at the sun
milk
driving in rain so light that the lowest wiper setting is too frequent and everything is coated in a fine mist and you see how long you can go without clearing it off the windshield
looking up at a city skyline and wondering what would happen if your current field of view was projected backwards through time to the mind of a caveman
Chips Ahoy (not the store brand stuff, they don’t get the texture right)
trying to remember the sound of their voice and the smell of their shampoo and the way they laughed and not being able to and not quite crying but coming close enough to make your friends ask what’s wrong, you don’t look so good, to which you reply that you’ve just been tired lately
orange juice
waking up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat for no particular reason with the lingering taste of a nightmare hovering over everything
contemplating suicide in the abstract instead of the concrete, much like how astronomers contemplate the heat death of the universe
some bread
Still Life, Bowl of Fruit Raoul Dufy - circa 1948
Cactus garden in California in 1902
Letter with sketch, from Henri Matisse to his wife Mélo, 1912.