SunSprite

rain and shine, twinkle and glisten 5'10 sw: 158 cw: 118 ugw: 120

[kuromilesbian-deactivated202205]

kissing… holding hands…. eating strawberries ….. that’s the life

[callmethehunter]

A Led Zeppelin fan in silent worship at the foot of rock & roll’s altar (c. 1969)

[wizardshark]

Being nice to someone you don't like is not manipulation btw it's being civil

[asshiieee-deactivated20230801]

Mmm no, this is like seeking validation. Ofc it's best to be nice but if I don't like you or we both dislike eachother, then there's no reason for us to communicate or be around eachother. It's not about being immature, I would much rather not put myself in such a situation.

[carolxdanvers]

Have you ever had a job

[mothercain-deactivated20231124]

sorry i can’t come over, im ill with the human experience

[fanficmemes]

Babygirl I know fandom history that you wouldn’t even care about

[mikkeneko]

i know fandom history that even I don’t care about

[i-drink-and-i-meme-things]

[nemfrog]

Phases of the ring of Saturn. A new astronomy for beginners. 1898.

Internet Archive

[kaaramel]

[ancientsstudies]

The palace smelled of stone and paint, of people and food and beeswax floor polish.

The garden smelled only of flowers and earth.

[aliensfromhell]

[hoghheim]

[hornedsaturn-deactivated2023042]

Elusive, contradictory - as a hunter he is hunted, as dismemberer dismembered, as possessor possessed, transformer transformed, dead reborn, until his nature dissolves in a whirl. Grasped, he is lost; lost, he stares from a mask. There, but behind the mask? Have we lost him since we cannot grasp his nature, since all masks fit yet none is essential? No, for it is precisely in this that his nature consists, that he cannot be grasped, fixed, categorized. The very whirl reveals the god's nature - madness

Dionysus and Tragedy, Laszlo Versényi

[ps1]

Le moment est venu de faire une aquarelle

[spaceexp]

30 second exposure of the Moon to capture light beams.

via reddit

[moonsiren]

[nobrashfestivity]

Masahisa Fukase, Ravens, 1977

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[geritsel]

John Martin - Book illustrations for Paradise Lost by John Milton, etchings/aquatints

[beqaraari]

the poppy war, r.f. kuang

when man begins to think that he is responsible for writing the script of the world, he forgets the forces that dream up our reality.

[weirddyke]

“Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We’d pass out every time we saw — actually saw — a flower. Imagine if we only got to see a cumulonimbus cloud or Cassiopeia or a snowfall once a century: there’d be pandemonium in the streets. People would lie by the thousands in the fields on their backs.”

— Anthony Doerr, Four Seasons in Rome (via badcode)