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Supporter (detail) — Nick Alm
Anonymous painter (circle of Gerolamo Tessari), Saint Anthony Preaching to the Fish (detail), 1518, Basilica of Saint Anthony of Padua
H.M. Saffer - Citrus Grove
H.M. Saffer II (American, 1942), Citrus Grove. Oil on canvas, 44 x 38 in.
Modica - Ruth Stage , 2026.
British , b. 1969 -
Egg tempera and handmade gesso on panel , 100 x 120 cm.
Ruth Stage (British, 1969), Modica, 2026. Egg tempera and handmade gesso on panel, 100 x 120 cm.
Burchfield - Dandelion Seed Heads and the Moon, ca. 1961-65
new fav video just dropped
who is lightly tapping at my door with some kind of fork
local matchmaker losing it over yet another unrealistic demand from the clientele 🤣🤣
Translation by me. :))
~ Don'ts for Bachelors and Old Maids by Minna Thomas Antrim, 1908
i feel kinda bad for straight guys. like you could put mascara on a lathe and they’d be down.
and they’ll try to gaslight the lathe too
i feel kinda bad for straight guys. like you could put mascara on a lathe and they’d be down.
Al Pacino, Dog Day Afternoon, 1975
Rodney Evans, Photography students, Texas Southern University, Houston, TX, 1961
Chet Baker in a recording studio in Los Angeles, 1953, photo by Bob Willoughby
bell mare - david crawford
But it was from the difference between us, not from the affinities and likeness, but from the difference, that love came: and it was itself the bridge, the only bridge, across what divided us. For us to meet sexually would be for us to meet once more as aliens. We had touched, in the only way we could touch. We left it at that. I do not know if we were right.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness