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blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
wallacepolsom
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes

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AnasAbdin

@theartofmadeline

Love Begins

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Mike Driver

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@shedety
No clue who’s all migrating here from TikTok so woe art be upon ye
a dialogue between the unloved and the loving
neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron o’hanlon // georges bataille // natalie wee “least of all” // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh “love me. i am pitch black” // “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” // sylvia plath “johnny panic & the bible of dreams” // mary oliver “wild geese” // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer
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..saying goodbye. yes, there is a place where someone loves you both before and after they learn what you are.”
“finally, in a low whisper, he said, “i think i might be a terrible person.” for a split second i believed him - i thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. then i realized that we all think we might be terrible people. but we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”
screaming take me as I am or kill me / screaming peel my skin off like a blindfold / screaming love me despite the horror / screaming please, God, love me because of it.
“show me your thorns and i’ll show you hands ready to bleed.”
“i kneel into a dream where i / am good & loved. i am good. / i am loved. my hands have made / some good mistakes. they can always / make better ones.
capitalized letters that look like they’ve been cut and pasted on top of overhead pictures of fields. it reads: “tell me every terrible thing you ever did / and let me love you anyway.”
love me. i am pitch black, / sinful, blind, confused. / but if not you, then who else / is going to love me?
“if you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you,” i said, and then i kissed her and tasted the lemon juice on her lips.
“you have seen the rotten streak in me and you have come back, no matter how bad it was. you have always come back. can’t you see? you have taken me always as I am, no matter what.”
“i wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.” “like what?” “i don’t know,” she hesitated. “like you could love me.”
“i love you, and i am conscious of you all the time.”
in this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.
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*don’t stop me now by queen plays on the stereo as i lie bleeding and unconscious outside my car*
PERSON INTERVIEWING ME: so why do you think you'd make a good exorcist?
ME: well i've often been told that i bring out the worst in people,
real friends deepen the accidental kiss
“I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June
“He has a longing in him: for death by drowning. And he has a longing in him: not to go down.”
— Bertolt Brecht, from Poems: 1913-1958; “Ballad On Many Ships,”
i am stupid for free. no one pays me to be this stupid and i think that’s very brave
Every apex predator, looking at a capybara chilling: “…nah, I can’t eat this dude, that would be fucked up”
sure is a shame that i can’t control the elements to reflect my current emotional state. not that i need to be any more cool, sexy and powerful than i already am but nonetheless i think i deserve it
I think I’ve locked myself into a lifelong interest in crocodiles by sheer accident a year ago coming up with a character who had water themes and googling ancient egyptian water dieties. it started as academic writing research and noncommittal idea bouncing but now? I see a crocodilian my brain goes HAM. FREE SEROTONIN TIME. anyways I think it’s cool how interests can be like. manually manufactured through like, consistent active looking for content on it. a year of research will imprint on u. shrug
where is she;, going
stop picking on your short friends just kiss them already
I hate when I accidentally say something smart or use a big word in conversation Im just like oh fucj I didn’t mean that I um. Don’t have opinions. I’m normal and fun
‘are you okay’ by normal people standards? no. by my standards? do you see me crying? no? then yea im good
gonna go stand in a creek do you guys need anything
anyone else feel like god is just toying with u however he pleases . he thinks hes so funny . well im about to be hilarious