PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz

Kaledo Art

if i look back, i am lost
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dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
Three Goblin Art
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
NASA

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

JVL

izzy's playlists!
Acquired Stardust

oozey mess
RMH

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King Pleasure, 1987, Jean-Michel Basquiat
Medium: acrylic,canvas
colin firth and matthew goode in a single man (2009)
Keanu and River in My Own Private Idaho (1991)
Joni Mitchell self-portrait from the cover of her album Both Sides Now, 2000
Keith Haring - Untitled (1983)
“When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.” - John Keats, Ode to Hope
Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder, 1990
“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Stevie with Branwen her Afghan Hound, in 1979.
Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary
Des Moines Tribune, Iowa, December 20, 1928
oh honey it just got relevant again
going to begin using #3 AT ONCE
day 20 of quarantine: *me talking to the lamp*