styofa doing anything
Jules of Nature
Sweet Seals For You, Always
we're not kids anymore.

JBB: An Artblog!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Misplaced Lens Cap
taylor price
almost home
Game of Thrones Daily

pixel skylines
NASA

JVL
dirt enthusiast

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
trying on a metaphor
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todays bird

blake kathryn

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@shereachesout
Went walking in nature yesterday and found these beautiful purple salvias (?) tangled in the brush. I though they'd suit Vyva 💜 I think of this color when I listen to her music.
though my “inner colors” have changed a little over the years, i made “Violet EP”!bc this was the exact color that appeared the most in my mind, so you’re right on the money!!! Thank you for thinking of me this is a lovely edit 🥰🥰🥰
"Base of a wing of a prepupa of Bombyx (silkworm moth)." The wings of insects. 1918.
Internet Archive
I wish someone loved me like this song
You're self-made
You're self-made
You're self-made
You made it on hard work and risk
Hard work
Hard work
Hard work
sometimes I forget that I am a true introvert and then I spend an entire day socializing and end up feeling like this mf
emotionally dependent on daydreams as if they are scheduled events in my reality
Julia Soboleva, “Self consuming attraction to light,” 2024
*opens a Rothko painting like a door and leaves through it*
Eraserhead (1977), dir. David Lynch
rothko: no.4, no.6, no.8. 1964
Just won an award for “most willing to do anything to look young and beautiful EXCEPT quitting nicotine”
Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary
Un libro abierto también es la noche.
- Marguerite Duras
“I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via amargedom)