#Sunny window

[tanyaluca]

Summer Light…

Tanya Luca

[huariqueje]

Pastel on paper   -   Lars van Wieren , 2020.

Dutch, b.  ?

Oil on canvas ,  43 x 25 cm.

[mote-historie]

Olga Alexandrovna (Russian, 1882 - 1960) aka Olga Koulikovsky Romanova, Still life with flowers in a sunny window with a view to the garden, s.d. Private collection © photo Bruun Rasmussen

Grand Duchess Olga Alexandrovna of Russia was the youngest child of Emperor Alexander III of Russia. Her older brother was Tsar Nicholas II. She was raised at the Gatchina Palace outside Saint Petersburg. Olga's relationship with her mother, Empress Marie, the daughter of King Christian IX of Denmark, was strained and distant from childhood. In contrast, she and her father were close. He died when she was 12, and her brother Nicholas became emperor. In 1901, she married Duke Peter Alexandrovich of Oldenburg, who was privately believed by family and friends to be homosexual. Their marriage of 15 years remained unconsummated, and Peter at first refused Olga's request for a divorce. The couple led separate lives and their marriage was eventually annulled by the Emperor in October 1916. The following month Olga married cavalry officer Nikolai Kulikovsky, with whom she had fallen in love several years before.

[ai-dream]

[scoutingthetrooper]

[svnnyd4ys]

SFTH character tweets!!

[aevris]

don't think i ever posted this here! in a similar vein, i tried to draw all the animals i saw between january and march this year

[thetrolltolls]

you know we all say "the gang ruined cricket" this "the gang destroyed cricket's life" that but it was actually the sheer sex appeal of ms. deandra reynolds that started this domino effect. matthew mara was down so bad for dee that he used his once in a lifetime permanent resignation from being a priest for a chance with her. let's all get it right: an opportunity for dee reynolds pussy destroyed cricket's life.

[retzxis]

(SKETCH VS FINAL)

My take on the omori game style

[tanyaluca]

Summer Memories… Tanya Luca

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Top of head/ears: no complaints from Dust here Back: no complaints x2 Whiskers: those are his WHISKERS that is RUDE Chin: chin is a bad petting spot, he doesn't like that Feet: those are his feet, he needs those to walk Tail: depends on how precious your hands are to you (extreme floof) Stomach: depends on how much you like everything below your elbow

[ai-dream]

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

With all due respect, frick you for hurting our beloved Wisp.

She'll be fine, and don't worry I will MORE than make up for it (at least for her) coming soon!!!!

[svnnyd4ys]

sfth moments as headlines

(idk if this makes sense, i literally had surgery today and i'm making these to distract myself lmao)

[mumblelard]

so much today today and also the other thing too

People who are destabilized by historical forces are more intelligent than the secure ones who have got the formulas in place. The safety of received tastes and opinions, confirmed in furniture and inherited artworks, stops the true brain, the brain of the seeking blind. When people are uprooted and insecure, their tables are alive with the conversation of prophets—philosophy, music, literature, God. But when the people are safe, the repetition of a formula goes around and around.

the winter sun, fanny howe 

thinking about people i know who no longer have any questions.  the thoughtless certainty of their judgement. with no room left to marvel. i miss them. i feel like i've lost them

how good it feels to find someone who will sit with you and say with you, i don’t know, but i wonder about it, i wonder at it

i don’t love this quote. i don't think of intelligence as a measurable volume that supports comparisons like this, and the tone straddles smugness, but hearing another voice say something i too carry deep with me, it feels good.  i don't think the struggle is the point of this existence, but an inescapable condition of this physical body, the way it metabolizes thought and emotion to fuel my movement through the world. i don’t think there is ever a road ahead to follow, not even a path, just more wilderness, maybe the occasional clearing to ease the way, but always wonders all around