Commission for Cameron.

@theartofmadeline
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap

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Three Goblin Art
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second
DEAR READER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

JVL

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
Not today Justin

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Janaina Medeiros

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@vangoghssun
Commission for Cameron.
i hope you meet hearts that resemble your heart
Alinakolot
• <- earth from far away
By: perksoftales | perksoftales
lu’s favourite books - the song of achilles by madeline miller
↳ this feeling was different. I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. my tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. this, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. this and this and this! I thought him how to skip stones, and he thought me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin. he played my mother’s lyre, and I watched. when it was my turn to play, my fingers tangled in the strings and the teacher despaired of me. I did not care. ‘play again’, I told him. and he played until I could barely see his fingers in the dark. I saw them how I had changed. I did not mind any more, that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the toke and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. for who we can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. it was enough
Florence Welch - a photo that should be a renaissance painting
Think about why you love your friends. What comes to mind first? It probably isn't things like "I love how they have a job" or "I love how they get good grades." Instead you might be thinking about their compassion, their sense of humor, their perspective, their passion, their values, their mindset/attitude or their intelligence. So don't let yourself or anyone else reduce your worth to your productivity alone. We're all far more than that!
@sweetsuetattoo
Robert Kushner - The Queen in Her Boudoir, 2019
“Enjoy the little things in life because one day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things.”
— Kurt Vonnegut (via quotemadness)
27-04-2020 | This morning's workspace is brought to you by rearranging the furniture to have a view of some greenery - the trees outside and my sunflowers inside.
if there is anything to take away from this it is that life is ongoing, always ongoing, and whether you know it or not, it is filling up with little things that you are adding to it. tiny things, perhaps, but worthy things. important things. you learn a new recipe for making cinnamon rolls. that’s a worthy thing. you burn the minced garlic a dozen times before getting it right. that’s a worthy thing. you are a better friend this year than you were last year. that’s a worthy thing. you’ve found a new song that you’ve played to death on repeat but when you hear it 10 years from now it will bring a wash of emotion so powerful you will be brought right back and freeze and remember and marvel at all that has passed since then. that, too, is a worthy thing.
what you are made up of are these worthy things. they are not all Big Things done at a certain time, to a certain standard, not a checklist of Accomplishments that prove you can now be taken seriously as a human and that validate you being here. the burnt garlic is what validates you, the overplayed song, the new recipes, even the stretches of time in which it feels you have done nothing count to this, and even here it is not nothing – it is being. there are many ways of doing, not all of it holds a material result. being is one of them, the heavy and the light. and that more than anything, is the worthiest thing.
Unknown, Wild Strawberries - Karin Kneffel, 2007.
German,b.1957-
Acrylic and watercolor on canvas ,