Karunchai Treetrong. Hong Kong.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER

Kiana Khansmith

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
will byers stan first human second
i don't do bad sauce passes

PR's Tumblrdome
Keni
Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Sade Olutola
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
Three Goblin Art
Show & Tell
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@sheatemyfries
Karunchai Treetrong. Hong Kong.
if i was a casting director who saw the description of a catholic cardinal as young and boyish even at 67 i would have said fuck awwwfffff and given up. but thats not what the casting director of conclave said,,, they knew he was out there
letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan
life a little while ago
constantly making airy offhand comments to my preferred younger son about how he’s next in line for the throne after his brother but he still hasn’t killed my detested firstborn for me. kids these days have no fucking initiative.
I keep sending them off on “boar hunts” together and wouldn’t you know? they keep coming back after with big smiles and boar heads and the unmistakable stench of brotherly camaraderie. what sick sad days are these!
Interiors of the Sultan Tombs, Istanbul
table i made for drew
my biggest life lesson summed up neatly by ask polly 💌
second hand books 🫶🏻
by n4ny4r
glassware by yoshimura keiko (glass studio katsuro)
Much of what happens to us in life is nameless because our vocabulary is too poor. Most stories get told out loud because the storyteller hopes that the telling of the story can transform a nameless event into a familiar or intimate one. We tend to associate intimacy with closeness and closeness with a certain sum of shared experiences. Yet every day total strangers, who will never say a single word to one another, can share an intimacy. An intimacy contained in the exchange of a glance, a nod of the head, a smile, a shrug of a shoulder. A closeness which lasts for a second or for the duration of a song being sung and listened to together. An agreement about life. An agreement without clauses. A conclusion spontaneously shared between the untold stories gathered around the song.
Confabulations, John Berger