trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
AnasAbdin
Discoholic 🪩
occasionally subtle
@theartofmadeline
Misplaced Lens Cap
oozey mess
if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
KIROKAZE
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ojovivo
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Janaina Medeiros
Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
izzy's playlists!
JBB: An Artblog!
Kaledo Art
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@sinnamon-candy
Will, quietly: “Cannibals say what”
Hannibal, mildly interested: “I beg your pardon?”
Will, confused: “What?”
Jack: “SO IT IS YOU?! TAKE HIM AWAY BOYS!”
*SWAT team tackles Will to the ground
**Hannibal turns to the next page in his book
other people may reject you but if you lie on the forest floor for long enough the moss and fungi will always accept you as one of their own
Hozier and Florence Welch are just pseudonyms Hades and Persephone have taken on after haven taken music lessons from Orpheus for a couple thousand years and deciding going into the music industry and gaining “fans” would be a modern equivalent form of the worship that previously sustained them thanks for coming to my ted talk
Hozier’s new album is like taking a deep breath after a very long time, feeling a weight suddenly lift and the deepest recesses of your soul start to awaken, as if your limbs are branches finally touched by spring sunlight
the garden collection // colors organized neatly
emily blincoe (prints here)
august 2013
the garden collection // colors organized neatly
emily blincoe (prints here)
august 2013
🌙 | far_arden_essentials
He served so many daily moods in this only one scene more than I can count.
My piece for an art exchange with the amazing cadaverhouse over on Twitter, whose piece you can see here!
Our shared theme was Hannibal and Will with bones, and the red strings of fate around their pinky fingers :D
why is this so funny
‘Ello Katya.
“He’s a friend from work. Loki, look who it is!”
Starkid Snape speaks to me on a very personal level
“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do
“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over
“Thank you!” I say exhasperatedly to the inanimate objects when they do finally work right/stay put
“Sorry! I say to the table I bumped into
“SHHH” I say to the inanimate object that keeps making noise
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I huff at the persistent kitchen timer.
“Don’t take that tone with me!” I exclaim at objects that make strange and sudden unknown noises.
“Stop crying, you’re fine,” I snap as I’m looking for the charger cord for the electronic device beeping demandingly at me.
“Oh nice, real mature,” I snarl at devices that suddenly stop working after I berate them for not working properly.
JESUS CHRIST I HAVE NEVER RELATED SO HARD IN MY LIFE
“Don’t you shout at me” to the till whenever I don’t hit the right button and it beeps shrilly at me.
Report: humans seem to believe that inanimate objects possess a spirit of some sort, and will often address them thinking the item will hear and understand. This makes our previous observations about the joy they experience when blowing things up quite disturbing.
