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official daine visual archive
Sweet Seals For You, Always
One Nice Bug Per Day
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
The Bowery Presents
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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occasionally subtle
taylor price
gracie abrams
trying on a metaphor
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#g - guitar
#d - digital art
#t - traditional art
#v - vocals
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meet nyao and floof from the sketchbook i had when I was fifteen
OMG AWWWIE WHAT uve alwyas liked drawing huh?
YAY
THE ART ACCOUNT
do #p
its poems here on my account
art drop
holy fk i love this sm this is so grunge ngl akkskdkdkdjd
omg yayayayay ITS GRUNGE?? WOA
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I have two
new app trying
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this is fun
added it to my wall cause the posters got old
I'm eighteen. The summer before college, last one at home. I have no chores and stopped painting my nails black, lost some weight and then gained it back. My cat died. I wish my friend lived nearby. The scorching heat makes my shadow grow. I wish I was a boy. I wish people were accepting. I plucked a flower from the garden while visiting grandmama, its lying in between the pages of my book somewhere. Maybe if I asked for it enough, I'd get the meds mom's against. I could focus on what I want. I'm walking to my room, its cold and comfy for once. Maybe studying will make up for the fact I like girls.Β
After rain, there are springtails.
Tiny small insects in hundreds that swarm every lightbulb, they hit the glass like rain drops, they sound more like ping-pong. After rain when the water lodges between two grains of soil, or a million. The springtails crawl up from their almost graves, they want to live, they really must.
After rain, there is silence.
It moves heavy and tepid, like an elephant, in all the empty space where rain had been. It wades through the cold leftover winds, it sounds like today, it is fresh with cicadas.
After rain, there's an island.
There's an island and there is me, three quarters a paradise away. There is water from the rain, there is an ocean in between. The ocean is a wet tar road and an unassuming rattle snake crosses it, it slithers like a prospect, like a tomorrow. A toad croaks on the other side.
After rain, there is me, three quarters away in a no man's land, we call it 'tepantor' in my mother's tongue and in my childhood, Tagore would say that it was okay to lose myself looking for it, looking past it. That there were unventured plateaus and uncrossed oceans that looked like roads and i assume there is a summer past the Norwester hailstorms and that it is waiting.
After rain, there are springtails.
Tiny small insects in hundreds that swarm every lightbulb, they hit the glass like rain drops, they sound more like ping-pong. After rain when the water lodges between two grains of soil, or a million. The springtails crawl up from their almost graves, they want to live, they really must.
After rain, there is silence.
It moves heavy and tepid, like an elephant, in all the empty space where rain had been. It wades through the cold leftover winds, it sounds like today, it is fresh with cicadas.
After rain, there's an island.
There's an island and there is me, three quarters a paradise away. There is water from the rain, there is an ocean in between. The ocean is a wet tar road and an unassuming rattle snake crosses it, it slithers like a prospect, like a tomorrow. A toad croaks on the other side.
After rain, there is me, three quarters away in a no man's land, we call it 'tepantor' in my mother's tongue and in my childhood, Tagore would say that it was okay to lose myself looking for it, looking past it. That there were unventured plateaus and uncrossed oceans that looked like roads and i assume there is a summer past the Norwester hailstorms and that it is waiting.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
what if one-eyed orcs were actually handsome or somn
WOAH I DIDNT GET NOTIF FOR THIS ASK
NO WTF
Wtf NOOO
art collab w friend
