The Grotto of the Nymphs, from Pierre Louÿs’ The Songs of Bilitis by Willy Pogany (1926).

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The Grotto of the Nymphs, from Pierre Louÿs’ The Songs of Bilitis by Willy Pogany (1926).
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.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
Happy Pride, bite a transphobe today 💙
Cute little rainbow heart for pride month tumblr but how about you stop disproportionally banning trans women and marking sfw queer posts as mature
I do notice that the rainbow animation includes the black and brown stripes but not 🏳️⚧️
yes im addicted to attention and orgasms and food and shiny jewlery and 7$ Iced Lattes. does that really not sound like an awesome lifestyle to you
this might piss some people off but I don’t think some of you actually ever tried to unlearn your hatefulness. you just came out as queer and decided your new targets really truly deserve it this time.
you. you get it.
Carnivorous plants doin this is so funny to me
They don't wanna eat their pollinators :(
If you ever wondered why they call tattoos and piercings "unprofessional" and "unsophisticated"
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therapy intake! time to take some poor clinician on a journey through the entire textbook
Stick Season, the cynical disillusioned dreamer eldest child who can see the good pieces of their home but is still desperate to escape a place that hurts them envious of and wishing well to everyone they've known who made it out (even the ones who come back broken) v.s. The Great Divide, the nostalgic realist middle child who stayed when their older sibling left and kept everything together, proud of those who went on to bigger things and quietly loving their small, imperfect, beautiful home while nurturing deep-seated rage and grief toward the community members (and their sibling specifically) who left instead of doing the harder work of staying to try and repair everything that had been left to ruin.
so anyway looking forward to the album drop in 2-4 years about the cheerfully optimistic youngest child in love with their small-town life harboring an intense fear that everyone they know secretly hates this place and them by extension for loving it too openly and feels helpless to fix the problems they know live rooted in their community.
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
the crazy thing about doctor who is that it really is the best show ever for 30 seconds at a time. you never know when those 30 seconds will be. sometimes they happen multiple times in a single episode and sometimes you wait years and years and years. and the best part is those 30 seconds are surrounded by the worst show ever, which is also doctor who
Pan Shots From Laputa Castle In The Sky - Dir Hayao Miyazaki (1986)
"The horrors persist but so do libraries, books, iced coffee, sunsets, trees, the word 'fuck', the moon and the sea."
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yknow what yeah I think that's just about how anyone would react in this situation. fair enough.
alright this isn't how just Anyone would behave in this situation but I'm humble enough to admit that there have been times in my life when I was doing badly enough that I'd probably also fumble it like this
babygirl what the hell are you even doing
thank you hamlet prince of denmark for being the character ever for the 437th year in a row
all women should be more hairy and sweaty and eat more food and laugh more loudly. my stance as a feminist and also my stance as a lesbian pervert