Cooking Jam - Teija Lehto, 2016
Finnish,b.1965-
Woodcut,61 x 77 cm.
Cooking Jam - Teija Lehto, 2016
Finnish,b.1965-
Woodcut,61 x 77 cm.
hey guys question! i’m trying to find a photo series that i saw here on tumblr a while ago-- but i can’t remember the name or the artist. they were these paintings of cartoony white ghosts overlaid on top of photographs, i think of bright spaces, like outdoor gardens and fields and things. sound familiar to anyone?? thank you!
Sleeping Beauty concept art by Eyvind Earle
Edmund Dulac, The Snow Queen Flies Through the Winter’s Night. Illustration for “The Snow Queen: in Seven Stories,” Stories from Hans Christian Andersen, 1911.
when the times get rough and I lose sight of the goal i just. reread “the orange” by wendy cope again & remember. that’s where I’m going folks. sooner or later, whatever it takes.
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange— The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I’m glad I exist.
– “The Orange,” Wendy Cope
Summer mornings 😌😌
Drew Barrymore in 90′s
The lady of the lake
Wild Berries and Oak, Southern Gothic Folktales by Natalie Andrewson
its almost fall, time for vladislav cat
Copenhague, le retour ! Août 2019
Sweet and precious angel. Heaven on Earth is wherever I’m with you.
A tiny miracle. A spark of hope. Let yourself be pulled into the orbit of what you desire the most.
i’m done hearing about small pores, i’m done hearing about smooth legs, i’m done hearing about frizzy hair, about under eye bags, about dull skin, short eyelashes, waistlines... how many more years can women take this constant scrutiny? from ads on public transportation, sponsored posts on social media, tabloid covers in the checkout lines, our subconscious minds are regularly noting all these subtle accusations that we are falling short of our duty to the world to be attractive. i can’t even sit in my own goddamn home by myself and watch tv without some corporation trying to make bank by paying an unnaturally pretty model to practically laugh into the camera and point out another imperfection of mine. i’m tired and i’d like to go just one day without being reminded that i’m on display