to the end, never leave

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
will byers stan first human second
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Keni
NASA
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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JBB: An Artblog!
Three Goblin Art
Sade Olutola
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RMH
occasionally subtle

pixel skylines

Kaledo Art
Cosmic Funnies
Peter Solarz
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@rainflower-repose
to the end, never leave
im here for you
for less than a moment we'd share the same sky
This is Morty, a nonreleasable coyote, from the ICRC
@importantcatpics
He looks like someone sat on him
If you were ever taught not to bother anyone unless it's really, really important, you might now struggle with the idea that no really, your friends would love to hear from you just because and not only when one of you is in crisis
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
She's on tumblr! @atrusovaartist is her!
See him shmoove
One single angelic note
My beautiful big-eyed pine cone, I love you so much already. 😍🐡
I don’t need expensive things to feel loved. Pick me a flower, write me a little letter, or simply tell me you thought about me. Because love, to me, is not about money, but about time, attention, and the little things
[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]
138 & 27 are having an Epic Nap Time in the lower river!
whoopss sorry i slipped up and hinted at the great darkness that roils within me. won't happen again