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Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies

shark vs the universe
YOU ARE THE REASON

JBB: An Artblog!

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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titsay

#extradirty
One Nice Bug Per Day

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oozey mess

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Kiana Khansmith
Claire Keane
sheepfilms
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@vulturescradle
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For your own good by Leah Horlick
Scared Violent Like Horses, John McCarthy
A not admitting of the wound (1188) by Emily Dickinson
Ashley V. Blalock: Now I Lay Me… (2010)
Sólin Sekkur
The Awakening by Iness Rychlik
black velvet petunias
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
the first gift of חֲכָמָה is terror for yhwh—reverent terror; numerous vigor, life, recovery. / her gifts lilt to coming, her granaries too. / the first gift of חֲכָמָה is terror for yhwh; she intoxicates with her coming. roughly couched in her the rod, veneration and glory for ever for those who follow her. / her roots forever, her branches ever-reaching.
—my translation of sirach 1:16–19 on wisdom, or, חֲכָמָה
in his crushing, kind voice, god tells me you're living the only life you know how to live. he loves you for this
the lyrics of the loved: yhwh grazes me, there's nothing i lack. / in comely grass he lies me, in rivers resting he gives. my vapourish life he returns, guiding me to right courses in his name. / though i come through the valley of gloomest gloom, i've no terror. you're with me. your rods and rods clamour, console. / you lay for me a table for those that violence me. you chrism me in olive oil; my cup's runny-over. / only goodness, good goodness, runs to me, for the years of my life. i remain in the house of yhwh for long years
—my translation of ps 23
Jennie Malboeuf, God had a body
The Epic of Gilgamesh illustrated by Wael Tarabieh (½)
Everything we breathe that becomes part of ourselves. And that radiating sun set as a reminder that joy, growth and clarity coexist in all of our spaces. Love this painting by Sandi Calistro @sandicalistro.
Pulmonary Flora Oil on canvas
LITTLE PROMISES
Der Hammer – US yiddish communist anti-zionist magazine – in March 1936 || sword text reads United Front cutting off twin heads of fascism || via Sai