Phyllis Shafer, Deep Day, 2011, oil on canvas, 16 × 20 inches.
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Phyllis Shafer, Deep Day, 2011, oil on canvas, 16 × 20 inches.
this kind of weather. x
I really feel like if someone could just tell me how normal people act I could do it. it's the having to come up with my actions on my own that really gets me
As a fellow person in their twenties, you good?
i wish i could float in a river face down for seventy kilometers and not drown
I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”
“They are STUPIDLY competent at EVERYTHING except each other.”
it’s still hot out. time to romanticize the bleak mid-winter
nothing will ever love you or hunger for you like winter
sleeping when it's cold: deepest peace imaginable, opportunity to bury yourself in blankets and indulge in the ancient mammalian instinct to curl up and sleep somewhere warm and dark and enclosed, instant and dreamless rest
sleeping when it's even slightly warm: torturous, only options are kicking off blankets and feeling horribly exposed or laying in your own sweat, impossible to get comfortable, exhausting and demoralizing sisyphean task
i'll see a man with long hair and remember i'm not above temptations of the flesh
Some of my absolute favourite hozier lyrics because I have brain rot at the moment
“All the fear and fire of the end of the world, happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl” - Wasteland, Baby!
“The Icarus to your certainty” - Sunlight
“Screaming the name of a foreigner’s god, the purest expression of grief” - Foreigner’s God
“There’s something tragic about you” - From Eden
“Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life” - To Be Alone
“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her” - Work Song
“When you move, honey I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free” - Movement
“All of my goodness is going with you now” - Shrike
THE PRINCESS BRIDE (1987) dir. Rob Reiner
not to be a nerd but it’s so crazy how he (Bernini) really did that from cold hard stone……. truly a spectacle, truly breathtaking, an honor to behold
I think you should know he was 23 when he finished this and the ass gets a lot of attention but the hand on Persepina’s side/tummy is also exquisite
before i saw the caption I knew that HAD to be bernini.
I try not to make sweeping statements but I think there’s a case to be made for bernini as the greater sculptor there’s ever been.
here’s his bust of costanza bonarelli
here’s apollo and daphne from the front, where she’s mostly human
from the back, where she’s mostly tree
and details
this is the one art form I genuinely just cannot get my brain to accept as real. I’ve watched sped-up videos of it being done, read about it, seen in-progress marble statues and I still just can’t get it to sink in or stick. My mind doesn’t want to believe that any person has ever been able to start with a big block and break little bits off of it until it looks like a finely detailed person. At some point it has no recognizable shape and they still know where and how deep they should take a chip out of it that’ll still be the right decision 50,000 fucking chips later?!?
you're in her dm's
she made me into a sim so she could torture me
aww she let me swim in the pool
umm babygirl.. where did the ladder go?
So what if you don’t feel pretty? You’re not here to look pretty. You’re here to love, to experience things, to create, to learn, to teach, to care, to help, to laugh, to LIVE. Being pretty doesn’t have to be on your list of priorities! What your body looks like will always be secondary to all the things it allows you to do and experience.
I will not suffer to know the half-life I would live if I only did the things that brought me joy when I felt beautiful
on purpose!!! love people on purpose!!! find someone wonderful and love them and tell them it wasn’t an accident, you had a choice, you saw who they were and realized how lovely it would be to love them, and it is!!! i made a good decision! i love you on purpose!!!
the personification of death being portrayed as deeply kind in fiction is something that reduces me to tears every single time
From the bottom of my heart: im not sorry for anything i put on yalls dash, i am my own target audience and i find my taste immaculate but thank u for witnessing 💕
considering how much i want to write, i’m very good at not writing