I need this.
#TheHuntForBenSolo
noise dept.

@theartofmadeline
One Nice Bug Per Day
Peter Solarz
almost home
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
dirt enthusiast

blake kathryn
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styofa doing anything
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
$LAYYYTER

titsay
tumblr dot com
DEAR READER
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
KIROKAZE
AnasAbdin
we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
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@periwinklegirl
I need this.
#TheHuntForBenSolo
Maybe I should grow up
Please ALSO imagine Ahsoka asking Padmé's help with planning an outfit for some Fancy Party she has to attend. Also maybe Satine is there.
YES YES YES YES I THINK I WILL IMAGINE THAT
seashell teapots.
Bro take this with u u might need them later
⚗︎ω⚗︎ Old Net Treasures
$1 rural garage sale
Kit Fisto with some nautolan crechelings in the Temple Fountains.
based on this post by @chaosgoblinhours and due credit to @spacerocksarethebestrocks for nautolan developmental stages (they start out rly small and get rlly big)
[Image ID: a digital drawing of kit fisto floating in sunlight flooded waters. he is shirtless surrounded by large water plants. in his tendrils four tiny nautolans who look like tadpole mermaids are playing catch while a fifth is holding a tiny bubble of air in their hands, showing it to him. the atmosphere is peaceful and kit is smiling. end ID]
the hero with no fear (twt)
Sometimes the muse is 9 hours of a space opera that’s bad but good but also a meme all at once.
you said this is normal weed, why am i becoming a beast under the moonlight
A Different Image (1982) dir. Alile Sharon Larkin
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
Edward Hopper, Night Windows, 1928
La Collectionneuse (1967) dir. Éric Rohmer