cmyk test pages r like angels to me
do you understand
I made you something OP
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature
Stranger Things
Peter Solarz
ojovivo
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Show & Tell
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
dirt enthusiast

@theartofmadeline
cherry valley forever

Kaledo Art

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todays bird
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@spicyspacedragon
cmyk test pages r like angels to me
do you understand
I made you something OP
audio On 😂😂😂
For blind/visually impaired folks: The instruments being used to recreate these songs are two kazoos, a plastic shopping bag, a metal colander pot, a basting brush, an empty water jug, and a thin sheet of plastic, all being played by two people in an empty parking garage for the acoustics
For deaf/HoH folks: The songs being played here are near perfect renditions of the 20th Century Fox theme, the Pirates of the Caribbean theme, and the Mission Impossible theme
I can't get over how he just grabs her head and shakes while she plays kazoo to make the opening trill to the mission impossible theme
i’ve mentioned this here before, but it will remain one of the most ideologically influential experiences of my life: when i was in fifth grade i did a report on post traumatic stress as manifested in veterans of the vietnam war, and my father did me the huge favor of connecting me w/ a vietnam vet friend of his who was diagnosed with PTSD, assuring him that while i was only ten i was bright and curious and he should be as honest with me about his experience as possible.
i remember entering his office with my tape recorder, sitting in a chair that was too big, and asking him questions about war, and his life after war, while swinging my legs over the edge of the chair. i remember being very, very quiet as he spoke of pulling the car over on the highway for fear of crashing when his hands would shake uncontrollably in response to song on the radio or a smell that he couldn’t be sure was real or sense-memory. and of ruined relationships and anger and american hypocrisy.
and i also remember that was the day i learned what “valor” meant. he used “valor” in a sentence and i didn’t know that word, and when i asked him to explain “valor” he became very quiet. and i can’t remember precisely what he said, if he ever offered me the dictionary definition or not, but i do remember him looking very sad, and saying something about our country’s idea of “valor”, and also something about a broken promise. and there was an edge to his words that i couldn’t parse at the time that i would later come to understand was bitterness, that he sounded bitter.
to this day i can’t hear or read the word “valor” without seeing sunlight coming through his office window at a slant, close-to-sunset light, and feeling the kind of quiet, confused, completely internalized panic a child feels when they sense that a grown up is trying very hard not to weep in their presence.
reblog to be eaten by this thing
special defense
does this count as anything ???is this art
im capping it at 59k notes. thats it. shows over everybody
im gonna have to draw them fucking each other at this point
happy Mother’s Day to these two queens
It’s extremely fucked up that some ppl try to make you feel stupid and immature for hoping for a better world. You say you want world peace and mfs think you need a pacifier; dawg, I just don’t want ppl dying from violence. This idea that ppl simply must die as casualties of war is misanthropic to say the least.
fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning
FMK - In order
The wound, the past, the ghost
The past, the ghost, the wound
The ghost, the wound, the past
The wound, the ghost, the past
The past, the wound, the ghost
The ghost, the past, the wound
Variation I forgor/bald/vanilla extract/results
"mmh did you know that creator you like also posts 🔞 content? did you know that? don't you think that's weird? don't you think we should keep this space-"
no. i don't.
i booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view
just go back to the 1660 new england hole you just crawled out of and eat barley for a week to atone for your sins or whatever
" "I booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view" is one banger of a thematic statement. Shirt material.
(flight intercom) this is the pilot speaking. yeah we expect todays flight to be normal. um if you look out your window you shouldnt see the skull
(wizard intercom) good evening passengers. this is the wizard speaking. boy do i have a treat for you
Posts that make you drop everything you're doing and open Audacity
Impeccable music choice here:
On the American broadcast, about five seconds after the music started the announcer said about the woman, “she lists her hobbies as ‘forgetting things’ and ‘existential crises’”, and I can’t imagine a more delightful one-two punch
I never thought I would be siding with the pope’s involvement in politics and cheering him on. I will say that.
Mate, you’ve got a chubby lizard on your dashboard
“Vicious” Leopard seal tries to keep national geographic photographer alive by feeding him penguins.
@maculategiraffe tags