[huariqueje]

Dark Land - Alice Brasser , 2026.

Dutch , b. 1965 -

Oil on paper , 30 x 24 cm.

[valeriel]

jeff in marketing gets a divorce, acrylic on paper 2025

[kasikomedihc]

[redandgraytogether]

Adam Parrish's bathroom scene in The Raven King

[tall]

[rthwrms]

a vision of sisyphus

[lliveonthesunn]

i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands

[kosmogrl]

[chaoticneutralwife]

the next day after exerting myself too much because i felt good for once

[ravioliet]

"why can't they just be friends?" not in the homophobic sense, but in the "in your need to center romance in everything you are missing the whole point of the media in question" sense

[himynameisemail]

[nanaluvbug]

[christinarobinson-art]

Raven Girls

[jack-olin]

im a big fan of mr. monkey

[catcrumb]

[dailycatsblog]

[odinsblog]

via christianmhull

[weirdoughnut]

[caydencrypted]

the wisdom ive learnt is that becoming part of a friend group 1) takes a long time and 2) involves a lot of feeling awkward and left out at first. there’s nothing terrible about this but if you grew up chronically lonely or have any kind of trauma relating to social isolation this likely feels Really Wrong and activates danger signals. but both fortunately and unfortunately it’s just how becoming close to new people works most of the time

[caydencrypted]

another thing that was not intuitive to me as someone who grew up an autistic loner: basically everyone on the planet is starved for connection all the time and almost everything people do is an attempt to reach out to another. most seemingly illogical interactions and behaviours can be explained by this. you have to take as many of these invitations as you can. even if you're wrong you still attempted to bring more warmth into the world

[zeitghost]

mastering ancient breathing techniques in the mountains of china to control my heart rate finely enough to jam out a sick tune on the hospital’s heart monitor