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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Origami Around
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Not today Justin
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The Stonewall Inn
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Ķemeri, Latvia
Spring in Altai Krai by Alyona Ruban
by Max Angelsburger
by Max Angelsburger
Art by Kim Jaehyun
Art by Tiago Calliari
Waves by Reza Bassiri
What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant; and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.
By AMY LOWELL
Beethoven Listening to Muse
Ludovic Alleaume
Bus Stop by JC Jongwon Park
O amor, quando se revela, não se sabe revelar. Sabe bem olhar p’ra ela, mas não lhe sabe falar.
Quem quer dizer o que sente não sabe o que há de dizer. Fala: parece que mente. Cala: parece esquecer.
Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse, se pudesse ouvir o olhar, e se um olhar lhe bastasse pra saber que a estão a amar!
Mas quem sente muito, cala; quem quer dizer quanto sente fica sem alma nem fala, fica só, inteiramente!
Mas se isto puder contar-lhe o que não lhe ouso contar, já não terei que falar-lhe porque lhe estou a falar…
Fernando Pessoa
I’m not sure, but I think that tree might be haunted 👀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ This started in my sketchbook and became a painting ~ painting twisty trees is so soothing!
Art by sathish kumar
Mountain shepherds by Ivan Yakushev
Sé Velha Cloisters Coimbra, Portugal
Sé Velha Cloisters Coimbra, Portugal