#HAnds…

[phillieladybird]

everything is fine

[eideticmemory]

my man in new york last night

[kraeki]

My favourite model

[bright-and-burning]

can i say something

[togrowoldinv]

I needed 12 hours to process this look 🤩🥰🤗

[ascendingtostardust]

good morning to him

[waytoobsessed]

Random doodles I did yesterday (actually like two days ago and forgot to post)

Hands are hard

[asoftspotforangels]

some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

[ashwantsafreepalestine]

To all my American friends, the time is now.

Please, execute a BOMBARDMENT. Call your representatives!

[prettyboykatsuki]

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

[aestheteasteria]

seeking, yearning, reaching hands

[eagleeyethree]

[relina-ruj]

His arms and legs

[leloca]

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper