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add another clove of garlic im not driving
by Patrick Rylands, 1970
*nothing happens*
me: this is too much
okay gays and dilettantes it’s time to go find out which donna tartt trope you are
future apartment goals:
- small but not cramped - balcony - has a bath + shower - big kitchen - good wifi - big windows - located close to a 24/7 corner store
est littoral, nice, france
behold, the only valid mood chart
Emma Dupree, 1898-1996. Photos by Mary Anne McDonald.
“Emma Dupree was an herbalist and traditional healer (sometimes called a “granny woman”) in Falkland, Pitt County, North Carolina”
women writers be like ‘i am hungry, i am god, i am endless, i am nature and nature lives within me. god tried to kill me once but i devoured him then bought a pack of skittles b/c he wasn’t enough’
and they’re right
Harvard has a pigment library that stores old pigment sources, like the ground shells of now-extinct insects, poisonous metals, and wrappings from Egyptian mummies, to preserve the origins of the world’s rarest colors.
A few centuries ago, finding a specific color might have meant trekking across the globe to a mineral deposit in the middle of Afghanistan. “Every pigment has its own story,” Narayan Khandekar, the caretaker of the pigment collection, told Fastcodesign. He also shared the stories of some of the most interesting pigments in the collection.
Mummy Brown
“People would harvest mummies from Egypt and then extract the brown resin material that was on the wrappings around the bodies and turn that into a pigment. It’s a very bizarre kind of pigment, I’ve got to say, but it was very popular in the 18th and 19th centuries.”
Cadmium Yellow
“Cadmium yellow was introduced in the mid 19th century. It’s a bright yellow that many impressionists used. Cadmium is a heavy metal, very toxic. In the early 20th century, cadmium red was introduced. You find these pigments used in industrial processes. Up until the 1970s, Lego bricks had cadmium pigment in them.”
Annatto “The lipstick plant—a small tree, Bixa orellana, native to Central and South America—produces annatto, a natural orange dye. Seeds from the plant are contained in a pod surrounded with a bright red pulp. Currently, annatto is used to color butter, cheese, and cosmetics.”
Lapis Lazuli “People would mine it in Afghanistan, ship it across Europe, and it was more expensive than gold so it would have its own budget line on a commission.”
Dragon’s Blood “It has a great name, but it’s not from dragons. [The bright red pigment] is from the rattan palm.”
Cochineal “This red dye comes from squashed beetles, and it’s used in cosmetics and food.”
Emerald Green “This is made from copper acetoarsenite. We had a Van Gogh with a bright green background that was identified as emerald green. Pigments used for artists’ purposes can find their way into use in other areas as well. Emerald green was used as an insecticide, and you often see it on older wood that would be put into the ground, like railroad ties.”
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This is pure alchemy. I love it!
If you know how much I love colors you know how much I’m freaking out right now. I WANT TO BE THERE
kiersten white / jeffrey mcdaniel, “the archipelago of kisses” / richard siken, “you are jeff” / phillip pullman, “the amber spyglass”
I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I’ll always say “I was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?” when somebody walks in. There’s lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, I’ll remind them that the futon is always open, and I’m making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There’s champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while they’re here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it’s for you. I want to be able to say “if you’re ever in trouble, come to me.”
me, at 3 am, in the middle of yet another personal crisis: i need to learn 2 instruments, 1 craft and 5 languages. immediately.
I'm sorry but art needs it's context posted by it when in a museum. Not everyone understands why Malevich painted his black squares. Not all patrons will understand Rothko's thoughts pressed between his layers of paint. And not every one will be able to look at Kandinsky's symphony's on canvas and know what's going on. Every piece in every museum aught to have what it is, why it's important, and why/where it was created, and what reaction it got. I'm tired of the elitism in artistic culture that makes people feel as though they could never understand it. It's because they know the context and you don't! And museums have failed at that for years. It's their job to teach us, just as much as it's our job to be willing to learn.
everybody STOP misinterpreting the secret history it’s not about the folly of mankind or greek myth come alive or the darkness that lives in all of us....it’s about being gay and stupid. and doing cocaine
“My husband got involved with a younger woman at work. I was relaxed about it at first. He’s thirteen years younger than me, so I thought: ‘Shit happens.’ But then she got pregnant. Luckily through the divorce process I had the opportunity to take over this shithole place with no heating, which I’ve turned into an art studio. And now I’m living my best life. Everything is for sale except the pink chandelier and the dog. Anyone is free to stop by at anytime. You can eat or drink whatever you want. All the young people in the neighborhood love me. I’m the oldest person in our friend group. Everyone else is in their twenties or thirties. They call me Queen Mama. I call them my adopted kids. I always help them with their school projects and resumes and interviews. I only ask one thing in return. Each of them has to teach me one new thing every week: a piece of music, a trend, an idea. Just so I can stay up to date. Before you take the photograph, let me go inside and put on some make-up. We were out until 2 AM last night.” (Amsterdam, The Netherlands)
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