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@mossy-fae bestie 🥺 this is what I imagined your Henry to look like 💞 the squishhh
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The four genders 🤡🎪✨
Riso printed clowns for everyone!
Some more close-ups because I like the texture the prints have a whole lot. Printed by the lovely people at @risoclub !
(These prints and other trinkets with the same designs will be available in my shop once it opens after the convention season (so, around December 2024, hopefully).
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howin wong by matthias vriens for masses magazine
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Santa Maria della Salute (1906) by John Singer Sargent
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And I thought maybe next summer we could come back here for like a couple weeks…
You ever see a photo and think “well now this needs to be art”? Thank you thank you THANK YOU to the inimitable @seanchaidh7 for bringing my vision to life with this commissioned piece! I’m absolutely stunned by how gorgeous this is and how well you always translate my thoughts into art. ❤️🤍💙
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just some ugly little drawings of my cat ophie✨
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Pair of gold earrings with Ganymede and the eagle, Greek, ca. 330–300 B.C.
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some roots and a pomegranate
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”Wow you’re so self aware for your age!” I’ve been filtering every experience I ever have through a thick sieve of shame ever since I turned 12
thick sieve of shame ✨
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i wish more people knew that a lot of old timey public figures kept their diaries KNOWING (or at least expecting) that they would be published. they literally wrote for an audience. comparing your little "today i went to work and had 3 bagels and saw a rat in the subway" entries to the effusions of some long dead poet or politician or socialite who curated their diaries like you do your instagram page is completely unfair. many "diaries" are actually memoirs written in real time
oh and the same is true for a good many letters btw! letter writing was also an art form rather than a mere tool for communication, and the flowery prose of personal correspondence is not in fact representative of how people actually spoke to each other/wrote in other contexts
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- 💓 Altered Bunnies sculptures 💓
- ( By artiat: Debra Broz )
some absolute bangers on my dash today <3
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my child had gifted me art. he calls it "meowlk'
[ID: a framed drawing of a white cat melted in a glass on top of a green and brown surface. the rest of the background is yellow. end ID]
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WIP Wednesday, March 20, 2024
Hey it's Wednesday again, so happy hump day my friends (pun maybe intended, do with it as you will).
Tagged by my pals @kiwiana-writes @anincompletelist @heysweetheart-writes @itsmaybitheway @eusuntgratie and @suseagull04.
I've been working on my @aroyallybigbangrwrb project this week and let's just say @getmehighonmagic is mad at me for it, so now I guess you get to be mad at me too?
"Will you be coming home to change for tonight?" Henry asks as he sits at the table. "What's tonight?" "The foundation's annual fundraising gala." Henry answers, pausing midway through bringing his tea up to sip. Alex's jaw flexes, he sighs heavily, and rests his hands on his waist for a moment before shaking his head. "I have a dinner meeting with Zahra and the other partners I can't get out of tonight, Henry." Henry feels his face getting warm, his mouth pinching into a tight line. He sets his tea back on the table and takes a breath to steady himself, hoping his tone stays even when he speaks. "I told you about the gala weeks ago, Alex, and it's been on the calendar ever since. You know it's always this time of year." "Jesus, Henry." Alex sighs and turns once on the spot, looking down at his feet before resting a hand on top of the counter. Henry doesn't know how Alex is the one that gets to be upset with him in this whole thing. Finally, after a moment Alex looks up at him. "I can come by after the meeting is finished?" Henry swallows thickly, pushing his toast away, no longer hungry, the kitchen walls feeling as though they're closing in on him. "Don't worry. I'll convey your regrets."
Um, I promise it doesn't always hurt?
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Tears for Fears photographed by Peter Noble in London, 1983.