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Today's Document
Noah Kahan
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Inktober Day 28: Float
I've always loved jellyfish, they're one of my favorite animals. The way they gently float in currents is so memorizing to watch. I went ahead and combined them with my other favorites: the moon and a starry sky.
Ink on watercolor paper
Matias Alonso Revelli
Outer Space ✨ gifs made by me :)
Fairy Crowns
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Peter Pan (1953)
Artist’s Temporary Decaying Art Brings Enchantment To The Forest
British sculptor Andy Goldsworthy is known for his phenomenal and temporary, installations which involve using natural elements, ranging from sticks, stones, leaves and twigs and anything that grows out of the earth. Sharing a special connection with the land ,which he celebrates in all his sculptures, Goldsworthy shows the world that nature cannot be contained, but only its beauty can be held on a canvas for precious few moments before the land recalls what it once grew.
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Art by Ana Santos
My roommate likes to dress my dog up while I’m at work.
Credit to Libby Rule
One of the best examples of artistic integrity on a corporate scale.
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No matter how many times I see this, I never fail to be impressed by that last sentence.
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
