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kafkasapartment · 3 days ago
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Pink Sleds, 2020. Sebastian Blanck. Oil on linen.
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classycookiexo · 3 days ago
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It’s so fun, it’s honestly like a different version of time travel
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star-struck09 · 1 day ago
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After you left, I would say your name in the dead of the night to taste the memories of you.
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damneddunya · 3 days ago
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"Son, be a lion amongst sheep."
My father always told me: "If you want to go for a run, go for a run, don't look for company. Sooner or later, on your fifth run or your twentieth, like-minded people will find you themselves." And only recently have I realized that this principle works everywhere.
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coldlaugh · 1 day ago
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patilparra · 2 days ago
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pochintestakhansari · 2 days ago
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necroliberty · 13 hours ago
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@themadzarka is so cool. The drawings are just superb. Also, now I take as Canon that Flowey is a chaos gremlin, too. Now, a little nursery rhyme, if it lacks rythm, I am sorry. I am still learning, but at least I hope the story will make some sense.
Two hands burst into flames
One as blue and gold as the woods
The Other with the pastel of a Shooting Star.
Jane and Jill went up a hill to fetch a bucket of water.
Jane of starry pastel fell down the well, breaking her crown.
Jill of blue and gold, tumbled soon after all the way down.
But never the sisters shall meet, and like a fire on a match.
Forever the memories shall be lost to time.
The Little Match Girl cried as her hands burned the memories away, one last time.
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Apparently, true love can turn a frog into a prince, can you believe that?
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kafkasapartment · 3 days ago
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New York Winter Window, 1919. Childe Hassam. Oil on canvas.
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aggieturner · 2 days ago
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@hannahxinterrupted
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ONE TREE HILL ( 2003 - 2012 ) ↳ season 4 episode 2
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binabadaboom · 3 days ago
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Time is the longest distance between two places
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inbabylontheywept · 4 months ago
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my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.
i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.
point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.
i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.
i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.
i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.
(i think i was...six?)
anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.
(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)
so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?
so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.
the compost pile was full of worms.
she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.
at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.
and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.
but because she loved me.
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muchlovefleursblog · 8 months ago
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nataliesplatalie · 8 months ago
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Sophie Pearson, I remember you in the ocean, and I'll remember you as red, both c. 2023 and oil pastel on wood
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nobita-here · 5 months ago
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