“BACK WHEN TIME DIDN’T MATTER” — AN OIL PAINTING BY RIONA
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“BACK WHEN TIME DIDN’T MATTER” — AN OIL PAINTING BY RIONA
Babushcats by Selynn Lee ≽ܫ≼ ˙ᵕ˙
Super Mario Sunshine Location: Ricco Harbor
Actually my favorite replacement for both 'kill myself' jokes and jokes about reacting violently to things/people that upset me is "I'm going to end up on the news" like it's versatile, it's vague, it's not going to get me in trouble with any censors or websites that take joke threats seriously, it's family friendly while still getting the point across, what's not to love???
Crochet mutuals come behold sppspspspsps
My mom made this. She said you guys would drool on it.
Ask your mom what it's like to have crafter's BDE that powerful
ooo scolipede, it’s a horse made of bug ~
The Mirror-Faced Grim Reaper in Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), dir. Maya Deren, Alexander Hammid
“This film is endowed with an acute sense of restlessness and alienation; reflecting this uncanny estrangement in the doubling, tripling and quadrupling of its central character, and in its cyclic narrative, a structure that seems condemned to repetition. Why is the hooded Death figure constructed as a kind of mirror? Are we dealing with Nietzsche’s notion of ‘eternal return’? (…) You could go on forever about the meaning buried in this particular work. It invites and eludes analysis.” – CINEMA AND DREAM-LOGIC IN MESHES OF THE AFTERNOON
when our souls become one.
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