Jules of Nature
Stranger Things
$LAYYYTER
sheepfilms
Keni
Claire Keane
#extradirty
blake kathryn
🪼
Cosmic Funnies
hello vonnie
Mike Driver
Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)
h
noise dept.
dirt enthusiast
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
tumblr dot com
will byers stan first human second
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Iraq
seen from Iraq
seen from Iraq
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Argentina
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@venusofminsk
27-year-old faux harlot and blasphemer. darkest violet by andromeda's curse. miserable house spectre. filipino. nonresidential to balete drive. unspecial amorphous green goo. somewhat feminine. kissed by the hunter. they/them pronouns.
my website | lists | some videos | original posts
note: this is not a fandom blog but i'm disorganized and will sometimes post about what i like in that way. i love leon kennedy and stanley pines. also, please no bigots. thanx 🍳
I Saw the TV Glow (2024), dir. Jane Schoenbrun.
Central Park Scenes, 1991 ~ New York ⌘ Roller skaters and sunbathers enjoy a summer day in the park.
Commission for Jason
Undercover Fall 2017 — Avant-garde runway look with historical influences
OSHA Paladin on deck...
That pose reminds me — in Gygax's original Greyhawk campaign in the 70s, the Greyhawk Construction Company worked behind the scenes blocking off unfinished areas of the dungeon map and making changes between sessions.
my favorite genre of post. if only I could find more
behold .. messed up delibird
Wild Lovebirds of Maui
Don’t make me put your ass in the sealbarrow
i skink therefore i scram...!
I love birds. Reasons for living. Little earth choir everyday are you kidding? Beautiful. Indebted and lucky for it.
Vacsorák
[He] commissioned a French artist to paint a portrait of his dead son (after a sketch made at home) resting, as though asleep, in his satin-lined casket. He showed no one this painting, but kept it to himself, like guilt. And when he mourned, he gazed upon it to increase his mournfulness to its full measure of profundity.
Gail Jones, Dreams of Speaking
Hisako Naiki ⌘ JCA Annual 6 (1985) — The corridor no one built
▽ The first envelope was a pair of wings.
