Amy Beager (British, b. 1988)
Perfume, 2021
Acrylic and Oil on Canvas
Sade Olutola

Kiana Khansmith
Keni

blake kathryn

Love Begins
One Nice Bug Per Day
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

#extradirty

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Andulka

oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost
KIROKAZE
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Not today Justin

@theartofmadeline

gracie abrams
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@surelyluv
Amy Beager (British, b. 1988)
Perfume, 2021
Acrylic and Oil on Canvas
Kim Addonizio, Lucifer at the Starlite; "You with the Crack Running Through You"
“It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”
— Gabriel García Márquez; 100 Years of Solitude
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.
Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
why is this written like it's trying to hypnotize me into making a batch of caramelized onions, and more importantly, why is it working
Love is where all of us belong!
a lot of love and a lot of worry inside me
Tsutsuji Matsuri, Nagakushiyama Park, Japan, photography by taromatsumura
remember that you are the love of your own fucking life
Togyu Okumura - Naruto (woodblock), 1984
Oh my god the power when you just do not care anymore
I’m made of love and I move with love
me, when everyone can already see its raining: its raining :0