In the Artist’s Studio (detail) Gustave Léonard de Jonghe
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remember when captain america said he wasn't dating because "it's kinda hard to find someone with shared life experience" and then later in the movie they revived his best friend and silly rabbit and right hand man and the only person that could hope to understand his specific set of circumstances and then they walked the earth together as two men out of time soul-tied by fate and loyalty and blistering unwavering devotion. and that wasnt meant to mean anything
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An illustration I did in this week New Yorker for an article about feral cats in California by Jonathan Franzen.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/01/01/how-the-no-kill-movement-betrays-its-name
AD Stephanie Wu
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either need a lobotomy or to be fucked so hard i no longer think
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Manor Garden, Snowshill, England by Warwick Hunt
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My white ass can sprint by holding [SHIFT]
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Hideo Tanaka, ‘Balance’, 2021
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Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.
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i'm going to blame you for this for as long as i can, i know I'm probably at fault, but i just can't help but to blame you for how i'm feeling.
I really don't even feel anything anymore. I enjoy my day to day because there's so much to live for, but I'll never be able to really feel joy/anything anymore.
I'll never let anyone know me ever again, and why would I? There's no point, i'll never truly know someone else so why would I let them know me?
Why would I be vulnerable? Why would I let my guard down? Why would I be myself?
It sounds so cynical but its just not worth it, not anymore
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