aglow I’ve been trying to work on my coloring lately.
Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH
dirt enthusiast
will byers stan first human second
Jules of Nature
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.

shark vs the universe

@theartofmadeline
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

blake kathryn

JVL

Discoholic 🪩
Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Three Goblin Art
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@rukomi
aglow I’ve been trying to work on my coloring lately.
Lakeland
A little Ehil Tou sass to enrich your life
I love her I love her I love her I love her
Let there be no more secrets between us...
Can there be a day beyond this night?
The Backstreet Boys performing I Want It That Way together from each of their homes is exactly what I needed today.
See if celebrities are gonna be silly and collab from home during this time this is how they should do it. This is like the exact opposite energy from that imagine video. This is highly enjoyable and makes me feel so much better than I did five minutes ago.
I dont know who the hell the B stands for but god its disgusting that you ship anyone with Dib. Thats a whole ass child, freak. Wanted to follow for the Pokemon content but you're out here shipping whatever the fuck badr is. Dont fucking ship the kids with irkens jesus christ
HUH????? BADR IS MY NAME ITS A NAME IN ARABIC I DON’T EVEN WATCH ZIM DUGDHBCHBVHJVFH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON
this is what you guys get for naming ships in your show in such a stupid way
same energy
holy trinity
The fourth horseman
Here’s another for yall
Hey why can’t I reblog this
wait this post is a no-note bungus
Giza Pyramid from exactly above.
mr exarch will always love and support u 🥺
…one fear
The returned
A step by step process and layered PSD file of this will be available at my Patreon on march 1st!
“After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—she stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”
— Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.”
I will always love this post.
I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.
sometimes it just ends up being something like
ITS BACK
Y’ALL NEED JESUS
Please stop reblogging this post
This post made my water break
In honor of my daughter’s first birthday next week, I’m sharing the post that made me laugh so hard that it broke my water.
WHAT
I feel I’m off tune uploading this amidst all the super cute Valentine art but, ya know, what’s an artist to do when indulging.
Look, I’m all about that ‘got each other’s back’ mood, be it platonic or shippy.
That was a good one.