deteriorate with grace, with some pixel chick in your face

JBB: An Artblog!
No title available
almost home
Claire Keane
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
$LAYYYTER

oozey mess

shark vs the universe

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
One Nice Bug Per Day
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
wallacepolsom

Product Placement
dirt enthusiast

⁂

Kaledo Art
sheepfilms

No title available
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Libya
seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from South Africa
seen from United States

seen from South Africa
seen from United States
seen from South Africa

seen from United States

seen from United States
@thepeoplesweapon
deteriorate with grace, with some pixel chick in your face
if wishes were horses, i’d be surrounded by ponies
Resist the temptation to compliment a boy by mentioning the futureblind glimmer of trust in his eye. Many boys have complicated feelings about the glimmers in their eyes and you will make him self-conscious. Tell him his voice is like the material they make really premium high-end domino sets out of.
The Saturday Post, Piedmont, Alabama, June 2, 1888
Yoshitomo Nara
Oh My God! I miss you
Synthetic polymer paint and pencil on printed paper, 50.8 x 36.2 cm, 2001.
did the sign on my bed frame prepare you for the mental break in?
Stove
Marc Librizzi, 2025, Oil on canvas
i’m so thirsty, i’ve got tea across the room but baby has entered the phase of only sleeping while being held and is finally taking a nap so i’m stuck.
they should invent an online ftm space that doesnt have this weird childish victim complex rivalry with transgender women
And we're here to address some questions you may be having regarding our food supply.
Pluribus— “HDP” (1.06)
the great redneck hope
i'm still staring at you feeling blank as a concussion, because i'm circling the consequence, orbiting the obvious
you are, you are, and you are… and i am your warm body- how bad does it hurt? i feel nothing but you breathe through me through you- it passes through me-slides off like rain breath through me, breathe through you, breathe you bite my lip when we kiss- -it bleeds and i fall in love- you are, you are, you are, you are, and you are…
diagrams by stelarc + merlin in stelarc: the monograph - edited by marquard smith (2005)
i’ve been consuming a lot more media lately than i feel i should be (rejoined tumblr lol), i was on a good streak of at least having a 24 hour period with no technology every week. but since having my son i’ve definitely fallen back into watching tv, social media, and whatnot. part of me thinks it’s because i’m trying to live my pre-parenthood live vicariously through my media. but also i’m entering that seasonal crash out season mixed with some untreated ppd :))
i would go smoke a cigarette but it’s -8 outside and i don’t wanna get dressed. so instead im gonna go start discourse if my local anarchist food justice group should allow our incoming mayor to attend a community dinner
i’ve been consuming a lot more media lately than i feel i should be (rejoined tumblr lol), i was on a good streak of at least having a 24 hour period with no technology every week. but since having my son i’ve definitely fallen back into watching tv, social media, and whatnot. part of me thinks it’s because i’m trying to live my pre-parenthood live vicariously through my media. but also i’m entering that seasonal crash out season mixed with some untreated ppd :))
Beirut 1982.