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they/them/tired/תהו ובהו "One does not ask of one who suffers: What is your country and what is your religion? One merely says: You suffer, that is enough for me..." -Louis Pasteur thetipsytailor.gay Avatar: The Curator Clair Obscur icon from this picrew: https://picrew.me/share?cd=7bR7fSz8Y3

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befikra

i bet it feels good to be an underwater plant just swaying in sync with the flow of water

exhausted-undead

happy pride! have some lesbian phantom for the occasion

also I realised my perisan erik and black christine headcanons hadn't been given art yet so. two birds one stone

sailorloneperblog

"Evening atmosphere on the Norwegian coast", 1876. By, Walter Moras (German, 1856 - 1925)

ciaomilhouse

The Queen of the Night sequence from Mozart’s “Magic Flute”

The first image by Karl Friedrich Schinkel in 1815 The second by Simon Quaglio in 1818

audientvoid13

weepingwidar

Casey Weldon (US-American, 1979) - Curtains (2026)

fibromyalgicaf

Updated for Pride Month...

theartofmadeline

happy pride to the gay people in my computer <3

paintbrusher

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.