A sequel to this post
The Bowery Presents
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

roma★
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions

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bliss lane
Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Product Placement
NASA
tumblr dot com
Fieri Frames

Origami Around

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Jordan
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Rwanda

seen from United States
seen from Iraq

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Paraguay
seen from United States

seen from Bangladesh

seen from Yemen
seen from Togo
seen from Iraq

seen from United States
@minaabitaa
A sequel to this post
Update to this silly 2016 post
“Why not this one?”
Lost juice for this half way through but, like, one of 500 lavellans I made
“Why not this one?” (Timelapse)
“Why not this one?”
Somewhat off topic but I keep seeing TikToks talking about full bush in a bikini and I honestly just. I swear this is not projection but I do really think Emmrich would be horny for a full bush. I think he'd go a little bit crazy if he saw Rook stretch and there was just a bit of hair peeking over their waistband. I think he'd do one of those Anime Boy "Guh-uh" gasps when he put his hand in Rook's pants for the first time. Please ignore me.
Getting my hand used to arting again … drew my boye Lavellan, Idris
i still think about this codex entry all the time
important context for those who cannot hear: there is a hearty crunch every time that tortoise takes a bite
uh also him feets?! you gotta hear his little stomps
sitting and pondering
:”)
Hereditary cancer screening came in negative
the aftermath
Now, for your viewing pleasure... with music!
Beware the Dreadwolf's bite!
peace & love on planet dragons age or whatever the fuck
Falling asleep, putting this here so I dont forget
“She was in every brushstroke, every drop of paint, her essence entwined with the fibers of the canvas. She lived in the walls, whispered in the crevices of the floorboards, and lingered in the faint echoes of the room. Where silence roamed, she was there—a presence not seen but deeply felt, saturating every shadow, every flicker of light, as if the very air breathed her name.”