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Knitting, 2021 - by Joseph Ford, English
this is one of a [series] and they're all fantastic
joseph ford is the photographer and the knitter who made the pieces is nina dodd (ninadoddknits.com)
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glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them
edit: people are starting to say some "my worst nightmare" or "eeeww no that one is yucky and scary" comments on this like they do on any bug post and id like to say. it's fine if you don't like bugs it's fine if you're scared of bugs but don't put that on MY post clearly talking about how much i like them and how cute i think they are. you can make your own damn post about how much you hate wasps or spiders or whatever. i'm blocking people who make these kinds of comments.
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+Chocolates galaxy+
acryl-gouache on 12 x 16 art board
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actually I dont think this is nostalgia I think nostalgia is good. this is something else entirely
oh. grief
love is a skilled two-faced ventriloquist surrounded in smoke and mirrors and its two favorite puppets are nostalgia and grief
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Unfortunately evergreen
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If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
revfrog
It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…
starshipspirk
the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck
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Do it halfway. Take one piece of trash out of your room, throw one dirty shirt into your hamper. Go to one class and miss a different one. Start a drawing without pressure to finish it. Give yourself space to Be without the expectation to Become, and do small things to make the Being livable.
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“When faced with headlines calculating how long we collectively have left to live, or how the angry men in charge of the world still haven’t been taught to share the sandbox, I tend to lean further into my dreaming. I tend to cling to the things I can change. In 200,000 years of living, the human race has learned so little. We invent the wheel, shoot ourselves to the moon, collapse the ocean, forget to stomp out cigarettes. If there is an antidote to the discord, it is your tender hands pressed against your bleeding heart. In my wildest dreams, I imagine a love beyond countries and gods. In my wildest dreams, no child learns how to play dead. Out the window, is everything green and growing. All the guns rusted in the rain. It hurt to work this hard, believe me; the taste of swallowed pride, the grit of sore muscles, the shame in how we could have started so much sooner, but how worthwhile it is to be here now. In my wildest dreams, someone across the world falls asleep safe. My neighbor’s fridge is full. I can see so many more stars. The news is slow and none of us mind. In my wildest dreams, we all come home from the war.”
— Schuyler Peck, Biology of A Bleeding Heart
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Cat & kitten gargoyle, Château de pierrefonds, france, built between 1857-1885
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Turtle ducks!
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"The real world doesn't have safe spaces" says the Red Hat Man from behind bulletproof glass. Yet the irony is lost upon his fans.
A big day for the Americans, reminder that Red Hats aren't welcome on this blog. :)
Credit: u/RAS310
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that feeling when pointless anxiety episode.
i drew this in 2 seconds because my computer kept going out
