Bionpark, because you need no mask 😷 haha
No just kidding, its my imagination of the life in form of a leisure time park 🏞️

@theartofmadeline

No title available
No title available
occasionally subtle
i don't do bad sauce passes

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
tumblr dot com

shark vs the universe
Jules of Nature

Kaledo Art

PR's Tumblrdome
Claire Keane
cherry valley forever

oozey mess
KIROKAZE

ellievsbear
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

JVL
seen from Germany
seen from Singapore

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from T1

seen from Brazil

seen from United States

seen from Austria

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from T1

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia

seen from Pakistan

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from T1
@time-to-dream
Bionpark, because you need no mask 😷 haha
No just kidding, its my imagination of the life in form of a leisure time park 🏞️
Jeah, non bitches I am back on tumblr now, please write me if you are alive.
(I had a little bit fear, that nobody will text me, when I call them a bitch....)
I say, that I fall asleep and then I answered the question correct and my teacher brings this.
Jeah, bitches I am back on tumblr, please write me if you are alive!
Sweet-fruty 2 of 3 hearts 💕.... Oh thank you very much, I bought nearly the oranges with the 3 hearts, but they are just to expensive.
I go oof for some time, bye❤️
I go oof for some time, bye❤️
They stole my adoobbeee!!😭😭😭
What is the internet worth, without my loved leekspin.com ?????
Tell me??!!
Time to dream I would say, or better time to write a few of my old dream down, because I don't want to be alone with them or I want to get lost of them or what ever. I already draw this dreams down, a half year ago and I already tell them to people, but writing is something else and writing helps on another level. The comic I draw is literally just a self talk, where I give the three cockroaches parts of my personality and let them talk to each other and give them a good time, because I want them to have fun and be lucky.
So these to are out of my childhood. I stand on a river at my hometown and on the other side was a women (I just remember that I told this dream to my mother, the next day) who goes into my thoughts and talk (?) with me (Don't sure). She wants something from me I guess and starts to control my body and I can't move at my own and she controls everything. I don't know when I was wake up, that this dream wasn't ,,real" so I had a lot of fear that she come back. I said to her in my mind that I am to young and it was not fair to mess with me and she has to come back when I am 18 and then we can mess another time, because then I am strong enough to defense my self. I don't remember that I dream another time from her, but in the time for my 18 birthday I start to think again at her and ask myself if she comes back and if I am strong enough this time. I also send her to my brother, because he wasn't nice to me and the next day I feel guilty, because he was ways nicer and I believe that she was really by him and make the same stuff with him and because of that he wasn't so aggressiv to me anymore. I also watch a lot of avatar aang at this time (it's still one of my favorite series) and the blood bounding women fascinating me a lot and she was also a reason I want to be a water bender, but I also want to be a fire nation person or a earth bender to bend metal, so...
In this dream I see my dad covered with oil (there was no ✝️ in the dream) and I aim with a bow at him and shoot and then he burn and scream and this goes on for like 6 seconds and then the dream starts again and again and this for three days. I go to school, go home a fear to sleep, fall asleep anyways, dream it another hundert times, cry and go to school. My teacher ask me if I am so tired, because I play to long pc, but after I said that I have nightmares he don't know what to say, so this conversation doesn't stay on for long.
This isn't a ,,dream" like the other, because I don't sleep then (I think I was 14 or 15). I lay in my bed and feel very watched and like something very very evil comes in my room. I can't really move or breathe and after a while I try to look, where this evil thing is and see a dark shadow sitting before my opened window watching at me. I just look for a second, because I have to much fear. I start to talk to the shadow in my mind and he doesn't answered but I think I say something about my dad and love and things you say to a shadow you want to help to overcome his own evil and after a while he disappears, but I never let this window open at night again and always make down the roll shutter.
Its also not a ,,dream", but I think it belongs also in here. There was a music video I watched as child, where a plant grows in a factory hall/bureau and slowly comes over every desk and bury everything under it. It crows over dead bodies and I think the hole hall was dead. A few people shoot with guns at the plant and where he hit her, flowers came out. The biggest fear I feel, was because of the dead bodies that the plant eat in my mind.
The last three I will make short and they belongs also a little bjt together. Her you can see me alone on the graveyard at night. I was often there after I go out, I think I was 16 or 17 at this time. I drove home with a friend by train, we walk a part together and when he walks to his home, I take another way to the graveyard, tell my dad what I have done and how I feel and cry all the time. Then I go home and try to sleep.
I also often feels very alone and that nobody will come when I fall. There is not much more to say, it's seldom that I feel that alone in the last time and I am very happy about this.
Here I feel that I have to decide me which of my self I want to be, because the happy and depressed part are split to wide and the changes between such highs and deeps were to much for me. So it's easy to say that the only good decision is to let the happy me a life and kill the sad one, but only because he is sad, I can't let him gone. He were still me and I love him and it's not his fault that he feels like this and he is not less or more worth than the other. So anyways I decided to kill none of them, but bringing them together again. Why the hell should I decide myself for one? I love both equal.
So I am very happy to write this down.
The journey of this he/she/it goes on, now he is even at the fire nation planet (they give their planet a name, but I forgot him...) And over that I think I know who he/she is, but its a mix of a few persons and maybe I draw just another picture, because I feel better with everyone I draw...
This is (I think at the moment) the first picture of this picture line.
Don't know if this is one of the dreams, I made this tumblr for, but it's a dream anyways.
I don't thought that this picture will look like this, but maybe it's not the picture I want to draw first. It's more like my own version of the picture and I mean this fits maybe even more.
I don't know why, but I don't feel that good, I think.
I think I will draw another picture soon 🔜 ⌚
I am glad, to present you, the first fire nation picture, I ever draw. The hole dream starts here, but when I look at the ship, it's maybe placed at the end of my book, because in my book they never build such a massive ship.
If you want, these are the main muscles, of the story. I put per card, four articles on it and a little pocket. In these pockets I will take all the banners, flags and little newsletter logo and a small card who the article wrote and some ,,article pictures" I will draw.
One of them is a model for the antimatter drive and the other a star crouser ship armed with launchers.
This is a fictional picture of the sirius star system, 8.166 lightyears away and very beautiful ❤️.
It's also the nearest system, to us.
By the way episode six 🕡!
I am proud, to let you know that the main story construction of my fire nation dream is finished. This is something like the skeleton 🦴 and now I will write the muscles and organs as articles, the skin as my own ,,way" to the stars (how I got intrested in them) and the brain is the little story, I write at the end, where everything becomes a fully new perspective.
So every card is a own article and now I will smoke something, listen to the second waltz, by dimitri Shostakovich and start to draw the pictures for the articles, because it makes more fun stoned.... But writing a main construction is better when you are clear, but that's just by the way, episode five (I think it's five) (jeah, I love counting)
I bet you are missing my posts already...😂🗺️🥰