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hivemindcoroika · 6 months
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creatures of dessert paradise 🦢 🐦
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hivemindcoroika · 7 months
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i cant stress this though but people have to relearn how to start creating for the joy of creation instead of creating for the sake of skill. art is supposed to be for fun and its up to You to indulge ur appetite for creation as sincerely and candidly as u can
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hivemindcoroika · 7 months
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【 Pokémon Fanart / Loyal Three 】
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hivemindcoroika · 7 months
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Fezandipiti with the Hearthflame mask. The new DLC was cool!
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hivemindcoroika · 7 months
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hivemindcoroika · 7 months
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My Reddit feed glitched and gave me this masterpiece.
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hivemindcoroika · 7 months
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hivemindcoroika · 7 months
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they're not natural but those underground tunnels full of pipes and wires beneath cities are a type of biome to me
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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Insectes - Émile-Allain Séguy - 1925 - via Paris bibliothèques
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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My insect enamel pin Kickstarter is now LIVE! Shares appreciated!
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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sea slug doodle
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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A pair of passenger pigeons - Louis Agassiz Fuertes - 1907 - via Bonham’s
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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little light dragon!
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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yippee! <- response to pleasant stimuli
wehh <- response to unpleasant stimuli
awawawawa <- creation of stimuli
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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Latias -- Teeziro
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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Pigeons are doves. They are rock doves, and I wonder if we began to call them that if people would hesitate to hate them, as doves have that history as messengers of peace. It is true that in my neighborhood nobody hates the mourning doves, dusky and elegant with wings that squeak as if they flap on rusty hinges. They roost on the wires like little Audrey Hepburns, while the pigeons troll the ground, tough and fat, some of them look like they should be smoking cigarettes. They look poor and banged up, like they could kick the mourning doves’ asses but are wise to the divide-and-conquer tactics we use on one another, so they coo wearily at the mourning doves and waddle forth in search of scavenged delights. What you may not know is when you call a pigeon “a rat with wings” you have given it a compliment. The only thing a rat lacks is a pair of wings to lift it, so you have named the pigeon perfectly. When you say to me, “I hate pigeons,” I want to ask you who else you hate. It makes me suspicious.
I once met a girl who was so proud to have hit such a bird on her bicycle, I swear, I thought that it was me she hit. I felt her handlebars in my stomach and now it is your job to feel it also. The pigeons are birds, they are doves. They are the nature of the city and the ones who no one loves. When people say they hate pigeons, I want to ask them if they hate themselves, too. Does it prick the well of your loathing? Do they make you feel dirty and ashamed? Are you embarrassed about how little or how much you have, for how you have had to hustle? Being dirty is not a problem for the pigeon. You can ask it, “How do you feel about having the city coating your feathers, having the streets gunked up in the crease of your eye?” and the pigeon would say, “Not a problem.” You will now stop blaming the pigeon. It is not the pigeon’s fault. The pigeon was once a dove, and then we built our filthy empire up around it, came to hate it for simply thriving in the midst our decay, came to hate it for not dying. The pigeon is your ally. They are chameleons, gray as the concrete they troll for scraps, at night they huddle and sing like cats. Their necks are glistening, iridescent as an oil-slick rainbow, they mate for life, and they fly.
Michelle Tea, Against Memoir. [emphasis mine]
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hivemindcoroika · 8 months
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i used to work at a used bookstore and there was an insect anatomy book for sale that was over $8000 im not even kidding. and i just found it at my school library. its mine for the month.
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