macklin celebrini has autism
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
cherry valley forever
Xuebing Du
One Nice Bug Per Day
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Cosmic Funnies
Sade Olutola
JBB: An Artblog!
Game of Thrones Daily
if i look back, i am lost
Janaina Medeiros
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oozey mess
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Not today Justin
Cosimo Galluzzi
Discoholic 🪩
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@titaina
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
tumblr trying to shorten posts is so funny it’s like the well-meaning gentleman in a period drama trying to offer a lady his hand to step over an obstacle and she just plows through it. like good sir I’ve never once filtered the “long post” tag in my life, I’ve handled every “don’t you love the color of the sky” ripoff you can imagine. I’m battle hardened. step aside.
me learning english at 12: You lethargic, imprudent imbecile, how exactly have you managed to speak ONE language in your entire life, and never learned such simple rules as your/you're and who/whom? The english language has the grammatical complexity of a shovel, and I've mastered it better than you!
me trying to learn a new language at 27: I put enough word in sentence in an order, hope it make sense. My heart good but my brain small. Thank you and have mercy.
Mmumechii on Instagram
everyone keeps tagging this with "this but unironically" as if i was ever joking with this
Sexually and emotionally repressed Hank Hill manages to show more affection for his wife than Sasuke can manage for his.
I mean you’re right but sasuke doesn’t have A LEFT ARM
THEN WHY DID HE STAND ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS WIFE
Cause he doesnt love her
Y'all ever think about how there are just a whole bunch of sets of stairs in the middle of forests that lead nowhere
“On just about every case where we’re really far into the wilderness, I’m talking 30 or 40 miles, at some point we’ll find a staircase in the middle of the woods. It’s almost like if you took the stairs in your house, cut them out, and put them in the forest. I asked about it the first time I saw some, and the other officer just told me not to worry about it, that it was normal. Everyone I asked said the same thing. I wanted to go check them out, but I was told, very emphatically, that I should never go near any of them.” (source)
Edward Hopper, Office at Night (with preliminaries), 1940
babe wake up the new franz kafka diary entry that eerily parallels your feelings and situations corresponding to each specific date just dropped
Christo
Portrait of Judith Lieb, 1969
MutualArt
“In the case of Kafka, we know very little. We only know that he was very dissatisfied with his own work. Of course, when he told his friend Max Brod that he wanted his manuscripts to be burned, as Virgil did, I suppose he knew that his friend wouldn’t do that. If a man wants to destroy his own work, he throws it into a fire, and there it goes. When he tells a close friend of his, ‘I want all the manuscripts to be destroyed,’ he knows that the friend will never do that, and the friend knows that he knows and that he knows that the other knows that he knows and so on and so forth.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, interviewed in The Art of Fiction No. 39 (via utenah)
Jennifer Willough, from “The Sun Is Still A Part Of Me”, Beautiful Zero: Poems
Every hour of everyday I have like 40 conflicting epiphanies then by the end of the day I feel & know nothing and am back at square one.
“content” “platform” “creators” “monetization” “revenue” “microinfluencers” “algorithm” “trends” “lifestyle” “authenticity” “parasocial”
sometimes the media consumes you. unfortunately
