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peonies-and-dreams :

You’ve ruined peaches for me. I can’t eat one without thinking of your hands dipping into my soft flesh, mouth dripping, teeth skimming across skin, tongue lapping at the excess: greedy, greedy, greedy. I am all rush and blush at a summer picnic lunch, hands shaking at the farmer’s market.

‘Peaches,’ Trista Mateer

elinelinelinelin :

‘with a flower

like a violet star kissed upon her hand,

the wild forest creature danced feral

into the urban night,

like roots cracking through concrete’

Milo van Dam, 17th May 2022 X

paint splatter

wellconstructedsentences :

“That, I think, is the power of ceremony: it marries the mundane to the sacred. The water turns to wine, the coffee to a prayer. The material and the spiritual mingle like grounds mingled with humus, transformed like steam rising from a mug into the morning mist. What else can you offer the earth, which has everything? What else can you give but something of yourself? A homemade ceremony, a ceremony that makes a home.”

— Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

just went on an evening walk that was just like that...... those hues..... that WARMTH against the cold mystery of nighttime

girlglimmer :

yes my favorite colors are the warm orange of the windows of a house u see on a walk at night and also the deep blue of the night around it

byrons :

art by suzanne siegel

YES like,,let me like different things and express myself in different ways without having to force myself to fit some specific trend or aesthetic or means of identification. Let me be wild and love things as they are, let it LIVE

cannibalwife :

I HATE ALL THESE FUCKING AESTHETICS AND TRENDS AND THISCORE AND THATCORE HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT GO FUCKING YOURSELF

happyheidi :

uhhhhh good afternoon??? here I am. Posting on tumblr. Gonna try and use this page more just to post more of myself and my art???? Shouting into the void of tumblr. Anyway here’s a cute outfit :-)))

ortut :

Véronique Matteudi (1, 2) - Ultimo, 2014

it’s 11:08 at night and I’m thinking about the woods again. Thinking about the patterns of the lichen on the trees.... dreaming...

- Milo x

metamorphesque :

– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Would it be too childish of me to say : I want? But I do want, theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder.]

it’s 7:30pm

and the birds

of summer are

flying again

-

Milo van Dam

HELLO I REMEMBERED THAT THIS WEBSITE EXISTS, LET’S GO

Here’s a picture of the sky the other day.

Happy October everyone !!!!

painting posed pretty