Art by Worry Lines
Three Goblin Art
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Not today Justin
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trying on a metaphor

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
i don't do bad sauce passes

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Kaledo Art
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Cosimo Galluzzi

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Art by Worry Lines
April 21st, 1928 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)
Anne Carson, from Glass, Irony and God; “The Glass Essay”
Text ID: The bare blue trees and bleached wooden sky of April / carve into me with knives of light.
March , from Months of the Year, Pink - Rory Hutton , 2023.
Scottish , b. 1980s
Linocut , 29.7 x 21.5 cm. 11¾ x 8½ in.
Edition of 25
march. paper collage, 2026.
- sylvia plath
For year of the horse, a little stamp by me
Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
“Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.”
— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
musings on november
Donald Miller, Holly Warburton, L. M. Montgomery, E. M. Forster, Anne Sexton, Kaye Donachie, Anne Sexton, Emilio Hernandez Martin, Maggie Stiefvater, Nina MacLaughlin (The Paris Review)
So...tired...
“Give yourself credit for the days you’ve made it when you thought you couldn’t.”
— cwote
i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often
i have this constant feeling of wanting to leave all the time, i don't know when, i don't know where, but i only know that i want to leave
I want to leave, go to some place where I will be really in my own niche, where I will fit in… but my place is nowhere; — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
Lowkey in a prison of my own making but it’s whatever
Hrhh not feeling too good