[alysmond]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | Season 3, Episode 8

[bloodraven55]

this might be my favourite shot in all of fmab

[nautiscarader]

reblog if u would allow kara to pet the elephant

[wovi]

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simone weil

[wovi]

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ursula k. leguin

[biancalattei]

dmc3

[grimnaru]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘

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I don’t want to complain, but this picture took a whole week. I wanted to add more characters, but in the end it was a battle with my patience, to be honest.

This artwork is mine. Do not repost it somewhere, or claim it as your own. Reblogs are appreciated!

[sailermoon]

james baldwin was so right when he said “the children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[poptropica222]

new boyfriends unlocked!!!!!

[alinalal-art]

frieren

[poptropica222]

Himmel in the cloud… hang this in the Louvre

[eela]

wherever you are

[cluelessjellyfish]

Erwin sketch 🩵

[fiveholesinthefence]

can someone please change the fucking prophecy

[cluelessjellyfish]

The men of the survey corps (i couldn't draw all of them because of space, sorry)

[metaphorformetaphor]

Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want. I let my oars fall into the water. Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want. The night is so still that I forget to breathe. The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving. Tonight there are people getting just what they need. The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart. I remember you in a black and white photograph taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree, standing in the leaves the tree had lost. When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over. Tonight, there are people who are so happy, that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow. Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow. My hand trails in the water. I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind. — Jennifer Michael Hecht, from “September” in The Next Ancient World. Tupelo Press, 2001

[havingapoemwithyou]

On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs by Renée Nicole Good

Renée Nicole Good was a poet, writer, wife, and mother of three. She was killed on January 7, 2026, in Minneapolis after being shot by an ICE agent.

Born and raised in Colorado, Renée described herself on social media simply as a poet and writer and wife and mom. She studied creative writing at Old Dominion University and, in 2020, received the Academy of American Poets University & College Poetry Prize recognition that helped her work reach readers beyond her immediate community.

Those who knew her remember Renée as compassionate, loving, and deeply creative. She cared fiercely for her children, her partners, and the people around her. Her mother described her as “one of the kindest people I’ve ever known,” and loved ones say her life was shaped by caregiving, curiosity, and art.

[tordenvejr]

you can't avoid your way into a life you love