Each line with it's own story.
ojovivo
$LAYYYTER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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oozey mess
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

tannertan36
Cosimo Galluzzi
DEAR READER

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@theartofmadeline
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Three Goblin Art
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

titsay
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@rokoisalonee
Each line with it's own story.
I think adulthood is a process of unlearning the childhood togetherness 🫂💔
“ Flowers and Plants ”
Photo by Ishikoro. Japan.
Love & Peace!
Interprete it how you want.
Bob Dylan and Joan Baez in 1962
Foggy days
Or that awkward period between christmas and new year. That's a study from a few years ago, but i still very much like it.
credit: @jellycat006 on tiktok
A person whose soul could be felt through every letter his pencil wrote on a piece of paper.
A soul in which many people saw beauty, peace and comfort but could not understand or witness the pain that very same soul held deep beneath it's surface.
près de la mer [4]
© Manoel T, 2024
Over the wall
there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.
love elizabeth s.
The madness in the written word
Deems to me as being unfathomable
For however much I write
And scribble
The ink has always words left to say
And more insanity to convey
To the reader, to the writer
To his eyes, to mine.
I find myself to be writing
To halt seconds and minutes of time
Till I have a treasure chest of saved moments
Which I shall relive again and again
In despair, in madness, in slaughter
In murder, in glory, in happiness.
My words are too shallow and crude
To convey how I much I yearn to say
Sagas and sagas of folklore and tales
Left untold, catching dust and falling pale.
I wish I wrote with the madness
Which ran inside these veins
For then, these stories wouldn't have been just mine to own
For then, this piece of insanity wouldn't have just my name.
©️ ilakiyaaa
A Glance at Jenny Holzer & The 1975 Comparatively:
Above: Jenny Holzer's Jenny Holzer, 'The 42nd Street Art Project'/Marquees, 1994
Below: Excerpt from the music video for 'Sincerity is Scary' (2018) by The 1975
"la poésie est dans la rue" = 'the poetry is in the streets'
Above: Jenny Holzer, 'Thing Indescribable', 2019 (note the box!)
Below: The 1975's pop-up for the release of ILIWYS
Left: The 1975's Music for Cars tour
Right: Jenny Holzer, 'Light Line', 2024
Rothenburg, Germany, during Christmas season - I believe it is the only surviving completely walled medieval city in Germany. This is looking out the main entry gate.
near thorsby, alberta
1956 Chevrolet Corvette - "L'Appartement des Filles" (1963)