
@theartofmadeline
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sade Olutola
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
todays bird
Fieri Frames
Phantogram Three
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
RMH
Not today Justin
Noah Kahan
noise dept.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Product Placement

Kiana Khansmith
The Bright Sessions
sheepfilms

roma★
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@sunofthewisps
sometimes being a fan of something means not wanting them to make any more of it
im sorry im the one you love
Hey, don't kill yourself. We gotta be alive in 2061
playing stupid games but im really bad at them so im not even winning the stupid prizes
012 Butterfree (2022) Illustrator: HYOGONOSUKE
Why does my dad text like this??? Who taught him this??
John Singer Sargent, ‘Gassed’ and ‘Six Studies for Gassed’ (1918)
In Gassed there is little suffering. Or rather, what suffering there is is outweighed by the painting’s compassion. In spite of the vomiting figure the scene has almost nothing in common with Owen’s vision of the gas victim whose blood comes ‘gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs’. What Sargent has depicted, instead, is the solace of the blind: the comfort of putting your trust in someone, of being safely led.
— geoff dyer, the missing of the somme
awesome awesome interview with Emily Wilson
don’t look at me with those pretty eyes, I’m gonna forget how to speak
don’t look at me with
those pretty eyes, I’m gonna
forget how to speak
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
follow me
don't worry
she's been waiting
can you hear her beating
worship her
you don't need to know the way back
this isso fuckng stressful..,.
the only thing i'll ever love romantically is the moving image and the only thing i'll ever be sexually attracted to is music
you place your hands firmly around her halo on both sides. it thrums with her heartbeat like your hands are on her throat. her pulse quickens as you start to bend it, her protest catching in her throat as a resounding snap like glass shattering cuts her off and shes wracked with the most intense orgasm of her life