"you're so friendly" "you're easy to talk to"
I'm literally vampire luring you. You're getting blood sucked in twelve minutes
occasionally subtle
trying on a metaphor
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Kaledo Art
we're not kids anymore.

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hello vonnie
almost home

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Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
taylor price
Not today Justin
YOU ARE THE REASON
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"you're so friendly" "you're easy to talk to"
I'm literally vampire luring you. You're getting blood sucked in twelve minutes
“Don’t let my silence wound you. I'm just tired of words.”
— Manuel Bandeira, from “This Earth, That Sky.”
Beehive Cluster//Praesepe//Messier 44. March 30th, 2024.
Julien Gérardin - La pépinière déserte, 15 & 16/10/1911
MOON by dtkagan.
thinking of when vincent van gogh said that “poverty stops the best minds in their tracks” and how art would see a new era if we funded struggling independent artists instead of hiring talentless nepotism babies.
visiting an antique store, found this chair
Heaven is a place on earth with you
The Visit by Moonlight, E.T. Parris
No one:
The Twilight Soundtrack:
ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᵐᵃˢˢᶦᵛᵉ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵒᴼᵒᴼˡᵉHOW DID WE GET HeEre?? I USED TO KNOooOw YOU SOoo WEEeeeEeeLLL when the thorn bush turns white, that’s when I’ll come home...WHEN MY TIME! COMES! Forget the wrongs that I’VE! DONE! Help me leave BEHIND! SOME! ReeEEeeAaasooons to be MiIiIisssed—ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᴬᵃᴬˡˡ...ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᴼᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵁᵘˢˢ....THE SPOTLIGHT IS ON!! Let’s goOoOo in!to! twi!light! OH I’LL TREM!BLE! FOR! YOUR! LOVE! Al!WAYS! NOW WHEN I CAUGHT. MY.SELF. I HAD TO STOP. MY.SELF—ᴵ ʷᵒⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵒᵒᵗʰᵉ...ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃᶦⁿ....ᴵ ʷᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵉᵃˢᵉ...ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗʳᵃᶦⁿ...saaaave your soOul......saAAaave your SoOoul....I was a quick. wet. boy. divin’ too deep. for. coins. *sweeping piano noises*
Almost Home ✨🌙
Wildflowers in Fog, Mount Rainier by Lazgrapher