bumblebee

dory. 20s. lebanese/bulgarian. 

[wxmatija]

[tranxio]

FOR THE LAST TIME

👏 APOSTASY is the rejection of a faith after having professed it;

👏 HERESY is selective belief in only some of the tenets of a faith one professes, or belief in tenets contrary to those of a faith one professes;

👏 BLASPHEMY is derogation of the honour due to God.

[orcboxer]

and babey I'm a triple threat

[wychelm]

First attempt at a sun print using coastal flora (sea thrift, vetch, oxeye daisy, honeysuckle, & grasses)

[variouspositions1984]

we must sexualise the receding hairline

[animentality]

[log6]

so what? the president has to be sane now? The president has to be lucid? it's not enough that he's racist anymore?

[nsamori]

you didn’t kill anakin skywalker  ...   i did. 

[987155373828-deactivated2022032]

Fergana Valley. Cross road between Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan & Tajikistan.

[beifongkendo]

Flowers in a Stream, by Tsukioka Kogyo in the decorative Rimpa style (1900).

[realfootage]

[paladyke-deactivated20181212]

SOME VAMPIRES SUCK DICK!

[calmwaterdesigns]

insect vases stephanie young 2014

[beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023]

Titian - A man with gloves (detail) 1520

Via Aaron Artem

[givemearmstopraywith]

Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.

Anaïs Nin, “Preface,” Delta of Venus

[abdel-hamidd]

Best Hundred Arabic Posters

[disease]

WRAPPED VENUS (PROJECT, 1974) CHRISTO // VILLA BORGHESE, ROME [lithograph with collage on arjomari paper | 24 x 18 1/8″]

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[filmbro]

Polish editions of Moomin books from 1970 & 1980