
titsay
One Nice Bug Per Day

blake kathryn
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Acquired Stardust

Kaledo Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Keni
occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
$LAYYYTER
noise dept.

Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
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@sarasquidd
Autumn Butterfly Collage, 2025-10-23
I keep going back to the idea where Harper Lee’s friends + friends got together and gave her the equivalent of a years worth of salary as a present so she could afford to take a year off & she used that time to write To Kill A Mockingbird, and I keep thinking about how many types of incredible stories are locked up in the minds and imaginations of people who can’t afford to take a year off to invest in writing their ideas or bringing them to fruition.
YOUR body is a temple. Mine is a Mojo Dojo Casa House
Moon!
Jackson Joyce - Shadow in a Field of Flowers, 2019
healing series 31.08.2019
L'ala nera o Il tocco dell'angelo by Roberto Ferri
paisley rekdal / gail hareven / tracey emin / hélène cixous / sarah kans / karese burrows / richard siken / leila chatti
This is not my grief but a terrible a particular a small hole deep beyond belief deeper deep enough to own its depth to be depth alone
— Heid E. Erdrich, from “Public Grief,” Little Big Bully
You But for the Body Fell Against, Nathalie Stephens
O, the beautiful making they do— of trigger and carve, suffering and stars—
Aren’t they, too, the dark carpenters of your small church? Have they not burned on the altar of your belly, eaten the bread of your thighs, broke you to wine, to ichor, to nectareous feast?
Haven’t they riveted your wrists, haven’t they had you at your knees?
And when these hands touched your throat, showed you how to take the apple and the rib, how to slip a thumb into your mouth and taste it all, didn’t you sing out their ninety-nine names—
— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods
A Moon or a Button by Ruth Krauss and Remy Charlip, 1959
Her Mother’s Eyes
Daniel Gerhartz (American, b. 1965)
Oil on canvas