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Anonymous SENT: What do you do for a living?
May 24 2021




auxcored:

by Stephen Youll

Art for “The Positronic Man” by Isaac Asimov & Robert Silverberg (1995)

Aug 10 2020


artfilmfan:

The Booksellers (D.W. Young, 2019)

Jul 26 2020


tansdiary:

a short list of what i’m good at:

  • overthinking
  • making scenarios in my mind
  • wasting my time
Jul 26 2020




kiwwsplash:

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[M E N A C I N G] Feral Phosphophyllite

For @beastmegs

Jul 26 2020


starfleetrambo:

black water

24/4/20

Jul 23 2020


I fell in love with Phosu in Afternoon’s cover. I knew I just needed to clean it and get rid of all the text so my crazy gemocidal baby could pop in full splendour <3

Jul 17 2020


intensional:

failure IS an option and it’s the option i’m choosing. good night.

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Jul 10 2020


madderhatter2:

richietoziersgazebos:

iduppps:

sopisonline:

Hey quick question why is Stephen King’s IT listed as nonfiction on amazon?

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What does amazon know that we don’t

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Jul 01 2020


pascalcampion:

The Hurricane

Mental health post

#pascalcampion

Jul 01 2020


directium:

Me when a new hyperfixation hits and I know full well it’s going to take up 90% of my blog in the near future

Jun 30 2020


achlles:

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john fowles / clementine von radics / georgia o'keeffe / andrés cerpa / josefina vicens

Jun 30 2020


maybecowboycore:

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

Jun 29 2020