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wexler

jfc what an amazing photo

spacetalin

zaanarkand-deactivated20170308

yoiweek2017 ★ day 1: le parfum des fleurs ↳ option b: favorite performance

lexilhoward

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

andatsea

YOI junk compilation from last couple of days.

miss-cigarettes

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ennunanaiurov

welp :^)

thatscoognut

I dont remember Rockos Modern Life being that dirty

nahcoko

nahcoko: kiki’s delivery service + buildings

radiojamming

i hope in 2017, your anxiety is lower, your self-esteem is higher, your writer’s block or artist’s block goes away, and you can come back on december 31st and say, “hey, that wasn’t so bad.”

sakurauchis

Stay Close To Me - Victor Nikiforov & Katsuki Yuuri Skating Together

fishnbacon-deactivated20191024

otayuri aesthetic.

knitmeapony

Seattle- based company Artful Ashes is helping loved ones during the grieving process by creating unique glass memorials for those who have passed away. Through the use of art glass blowing, Artful Ashes collects one tablespoon of your loved one’s ashes to include them in a glass orb and or heart. …

Welp, this is just about all I want in death.

Like, I want to be made into a beautiful glass thing. I want to be something treasured for a long time and rarely talked about. I want to live in the home of someone who loved me, and touched now and then in silent memory.

I want people to forget that I’m in there, I want the memory of what I am to pass out of the family’s knowledge. I want to be given away, and put out in a thriftstore somewhere.

I want someone to buy my ashes for $4.99 and put me in a window and love the colors. I want to cast beautiful, fractious and curving sunlight across the wall, sparkling and glowing and shimmering, depending on the time of day. I want someone to take a picture of me with the moon behind me, luminous and mysterious.

I want a witch to buy me and put me in her work room. I want an artist to leave me on their worktable. I want to inspire people and make them smile. I want to be warm from sunlight or chilly from the cool air. I want to be packed in newspaper carefully when they move. I want to be given as a holiday or graduation present to someone’s kid, I want to be given as a housewarming gift as a reminder of home.

And god, then, hopefully some day, I want to roll off the table, I want that globe to crack.

And then I want to haunt the living shit out of the future.