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dirt enthusiast
Three Goblin Art
sheepfilms

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Jules of Nature

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@theartofmadeline

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
will byers stan first human second

titsay
Peter Solarz

izzy's playlists!
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.

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what are you talking about stargate sg1 is a completely serious sci fi series.
stargate makes all kinds of sense out of context.
Street Life in Paintings by Kal Gajoum
In art works of Kal Gajoum you can feel warmth and energy, which is often overlooked by contemporary artists. His paintings are both modern and traditional, powerful and delicate, complex and simple. Kal Gajoum is a real colorist whose works fill the room with light. And, it’s probably not just because the artist is well mastered the technique of painting. He really loves his job – and each work radiates this love. And vivid scenes of street life filled with red umbrellas have become a hallmark of the artist.
endless list of favourite books
↳ The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler
“I hadn’t felt such disgust for a boy since the early days, when they’d tease girls on the playground, kicking us and throwing gravel and raising their voices in high screechy mockery. ‘They do that because they like you,’ all the adults said, grinning like pumpkins. We believed them, back then. Back then we thought it was true, and we were drawn toward all that meanness because it meant we were special, let them kick us, let them like us. We liked them back. But now it was turning out that our first instincts were right. Boys weren’t mean because they liked you; it was because they were mean.”