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blake kathryn
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Product Placement
Cosmic Funnies
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titsay
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Acquired Stardust

Kaledo Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Keni
occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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all my muses, including akaashi & haru, have been moved here!
all my muses, including akaashi & haru, have been moved here!
all my muses, including akaashi & haru, have been moved here!
all my muses, including akaashi & haru, have been moved here!
all my muses, including akaashi & haru, have been moved here!
came on here 2 say that i’m putting haru on hiatus until the blog move but also 2 say that i think after university, haru wouldn’t go back to living by himself, i think he becomes so used to being around someone and living with someone that the silence and the emptiness in a home afterwards becomes far too much.
concept: me, making dinner. it’s 8pm but it’s still warm outside. the smell of herbs and grass and the magic of being with people i love makes me sleepy. someone calls me from inside.
Sun on the Horizon (Naomi Kawase, 1996)
Little Forrest (2018) dir. Soon-rye Yim
thinking about these posts specifically tonight and the idea of how incredibly important routine & safety is to haru.
my neutral expression makes me look like im always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true
kitchen.
“ur so quiet” thanks i do not want to talk to you
“He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.”
— Richard Siken, Anyway
Corpse Song, Margaret Atwood
[ID: I exist in two places, / here and where you are.]
Soap bubble.
i hit a small art block and couldn’t create anything new, so i coloured something old.
Ah PS: I got a twitter now if anybody wants to hear me whine.