he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
izzy's playlists!
Mike Driver
Jules of Nature
NASA
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bowery Presents
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Show & Tell
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RMH
Claire Keane
Noah Kahan
art blog(derogatory)
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@shizosofii
i swear i only printed a reasonable amount, so why do i keep finding christian camargo in places i don't remember putting him?? every once in a while i'll open a notebook or grab a random book and there's brian, just staring at me... i genuinely have no idea where all my printed camargo pictures are anymore.. i think they just live wherever they want now. how sweet of them.
well... look at him.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!! YAY
he looks so cozy.
i fear this man has become my weekly dose.
christian showing off his black nails. such a princess.
i couldn't sleep so...
camargo bouquet.
he's soooooooo pleased with himself.
the goofy little run, the little out-of-breath laugh afterwards... isn't he a cutie? pff.
he's just :]
there's a tiny brian moser living in my brain and he's my personal menace. he never shuts up.
he deserved at least one happy thought ❤️🩹
the type of crap I sketch when stressed or whatever:
say hi to my mini camargo - chris. he's only three years old, he's silly, and he has no idea what's going on. be nice to him!!!!!
Looking around,
Anger settles deeper into my bones.
Laughter to my left, a smile to my right.
Echoes of footsteps ahead,
the quiet of the street behind.
Turn around, and you'll find a small crowd.
Some carefree. Some exhausted.
Some glowing. Some already falling apart.
Most of them are not alone.
They have someone. A partner. A friend.
Someone to share the silence with,
or simply to exist beside.
They make belonging look so effortless.
But are any of them truly connected?
You blink. A mirror stands before you.
Your only companion meets your eyes.
He smiles, then leans in to whisper a secret.
That everything could end
in the space of a single moment.
But do you really want that?
Or have you lost so much hope
that you can no longer imagine
another way forward?
Still, he is your only companion.
Perhaps even your only friend.
And he always tells you what's best for you...
doesn't he?
my pocket-sized detective. full-sized disgust.
stubborn curl again.
putting him in a little jar and carrying him around in my shirt pocket, right over my heart.