#eyeglass

[umsisi]

ミラーメガネガール。 / MIRROR GLASSES GIRL

[a-guilty-detective]

"Hey Rodger. Ya plannin on going for another hunt today?"

[two elastic arms quickly tighten around you in a familiar - and frankly, terrifying - hug. Goob smiles at you without showing his teeth. An intimidating smile.]

[he still remembers what you've done]

( @ask-betrayal-goob )

(still terrifying right)

Rodger jumps in surprise, he shouldn't be surprised by this anymore but every time it catches him off guard. It knew who it was immediately, who wouldn't. There was only one toon with long arms and that was Goob.

"Please let go of me." It asked politely before answering the question Goob had asked. Rodger hadn't planned on going out again today, he was exhausted and quite frankly just wanted to research what he had picked up today.

[redrcs]

Abstraction

From the corner of my eye

[chaddiction]

✨new specs✨

First time to go for big rounded ones and also my first time to have transition lenses.

[creative-liberty]

gravity falls 

this was my bookbinding final for my first class

[mvaljean525]

One looks from the train Almost as one looked as a child. In the sunlight What I see still seems to me plain, I am safe; but at evening As the lands darken, a questioning Precariousness comes over everything. Once after a day of rain I lay longing to be cold; after a while I was cold again, and hunched shivering Under the quilt's many colors, gray With the dull ending of the winter day, Outside me there were a few shapes Of chairs and tables, things from a primer; Outside the window There were the chairs and tables of the world ... I saw that the world That had seemed to me the plain Gray mask of all that was strange Behind it -- of all that was -- was all. But it is beyond belief. One thinks, "Behind everything An unforced joy, an unwilling Sadness (a willing sadness, a forced joy) Moves changelessly"; one looks from the train And there is something, the same thing Behind everything: all these little villages, A passing woman, a field of grain, The man who says good-bye to his wife -- A path through a wood all full of lives, and the train Passing, after all unchangeable And not now ever to stop, like a heart -- It is like any other work of art, It is and never can be changed. Behind everything there is always The unknown unwanted life.

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The Orient Express

Randall Jarrell  1914-1965

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Graphic - Tyra Kleen  1874-1951

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