Solar eclipses seen from space
i love rotting in bed i love doing nothing i love being useless
Igor Gusev — “Gusev-Kuindzhi-Transmuseum” (oil on canvas, 2018)
Sometimes the rats in my brain come together and start yelling “YEARNING” and in trying to appease them I ask “FOR WHAT” but they are too small so all they can say is “YEARNING” which is a very big word for such a tiny creature, even collectively
I loved this visual so much I had to doodle it.
ratratratratrat
“I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.”
— Walt Whitman, Selected Poems
Andrei Schilder (1861 - 1919) - Nightfall. 1917. Oil on canvas.
this isn't funny. my mutuals should not have jobs they should be living in my pocket so i can sneak snacks to them throughout the day.
cancel your plans we’re thinking about the pale blue dot voyager pic tonight
this image of earth from saturn rattles around in my skull at all hours of the day
Craig, Lord of @NTGunbyHall in Lincolnshire, enjoying a brief gap in the rain. #nationaltrust







