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NASA

ellievsbear

oozey mess
hello vonnie
One Nice Bug Per Day

Origami Around

Kaledo Art
$LAYYYTER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
RMH

Product Placement
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Mike Driver
styofa doing anything
art blog(derogatory)
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
cherry valley forever
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@softtbambi
Found a cool artist by chance, he doesn’t have socials, just this blog 🖤
Vergvoktre
this is how it feels. if u can relate i am so sorry for us
I’m tired of this human experience; I long for a gentler place. I want nature to curl me up and let me rest.
Michaela Meadow - Dream States
@katrinerosina
I’m trying to grow closer to God, but I have to admit that I‘m very religiously confused and paranoid. After spending so much time immersed in occultism, and tolerating the hypocrisy of my own family, embracing catholicism again has been a difficult and conflicting journey for me.
I think I should keep trying without putting too much pressure on myself, either way I may go back to being an atheist or seek the peace in buddhism, maybe return to occultism again, or even listen to the mormons who always knock on my door and join the Church of Latter-day Saints.
Religion has been a cave of tangled paths (for me) each turn leading to more questions than answers.
🦢 our lady of sorrows 🕯
Under the veil of God
Under the veil of God, I walk through lanes of sorrow, between breathing shadows and weeping saints, and with my hands trembling from prayers that never reached the sky. Beneath this veil, I search for meaning as the moon whispers secrets too dark for the day to hold, while the stars, like forgotten prophets, flicker in my memory. I’m kneeling under this silent heaven and I wonder if grace falls for all of us or just for those whose hearts have learned to break in solitude. Beneath this veil, I seek the voice that calls my name, promising that even in my brokenness, even in my frailty, I’ll still be seen and embraced.