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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Peter Solarz
Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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JBB: An Artblog!
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Love Begins
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Cosimo Galluzzi

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Max/Backroads
My therapist told me to go for drives when I’m frustrated or sad or just can’t process (like usual). Max is the only constant I’ve had in my life since I was 16. His ever messy backseat reflects the state of my cramped and crowded mind.
I often offer to drive my friends or meet them places so that I can have the comfort of him wherever I go. Allowing his slowly degrading seats to hug me as he carries me to my newest escapade. My friends and family know my attachment to him is strong and often joke that I would choose max over them any day.
Whenever I go for drives I usually go down the same small winding roads. The mountains weave me through their terrain while I untangle my mind and heart. They move like my emotions, often tangled and confusing, turning one way when you expect it to go another. These drives almost always end up in my makeshift sanctuary consisting of asphalt and stars.
That parking lot filled with cigarette butts and dead grass has seen me through many mes. Dates, a breakup, friends, joints, cigarettes, allergic reactions, etc. I go there when I need a break. Just me, the crickets, and car speakers.
Vetheuil, The Small Arm of the Seine (1880) by Claude Monet
I want you to think I’m amazing
I want you to think i’m amazing. So much so that I got a tattoo for it. I want to leave my mark, I want people to remember me. “Trace me onto you.” That’s what it says, my tattoo. I want you to trace my memory onto your brain, onto your heart and skin so as to not forget me.
here is a crap poem and sketch about my favorite parking lot hidden at the top of my colleges campus. written while sitting on the grass of said parking lot while listening to lcd soundsystem
by Elihu Vedder
i hear the scratch of the needle hit the translucent green vinyl. the start of a sound you introduced to me echos in my speakers and on my heart. though we no longer listen to it together like i still wish we do. my mother says this album is mine now, yet it still feels like yours, like ours.
Portrait of my friend sanding a shelf we found on the side of the road to house their record collection.
June 2025 Nikon Coolpix S60
“I want details when I ask you about your day”
— Unknown
The crickets and frogs are my friends. Their voices lull me to sleep with their spoken stories.
The world is so quiet at night and it is beautiful
Poem zine about my love of fish :) Purchase a copy here physically or here digitally :)
god i love fish
"Save a horse and a cowboy..."
[Sketch for wizardposting on bluesky]
I want you to think I’m amazing
I want you to think i’m amazing. So much so that I got a tattoo for it. I want to leave my mark, I want people to remember me. “Trace me onto you.” That’s what it says, my tattoo. I want you to trace my memory onto your brain, onto your heart and skin so as to not forget me.
Poetry Scares Me.
A quick zine I made about how I am often afraid to write poetry. Made out of an index card, Pilot G2 .7 pens, and pencil.
also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
a wall of motherboards ,,,, she's so beautiful