“Le semaine des anges.” Le mot. January 2, 1915. Paul Iribe. Gallica. 

in the mood to get tattooed

pretty sure Seven deadly sins is a bit excessive

just combine wrath and gluttony and make hangry

sloth and pride make Bottoming

feeling esoteric on this friday night. feeling a little obscure and arcane

Well then.

Hitting the archives on a friday night for some godforgotten tomes with the lads

figured id try my hand at repeating patterns! not the best, but i think it turned out ok!

I just want to live a life like in Pushing Daisies. Wallpaper that matches my upholstery, urban beekeeping, undead gf, my own pastry shop, turn up the saturation on this existence

Smug face of a free man

the new nuclear family: two women, nine chickens, one goat, one mountain, one sustainable farm

so like… when people say ‘go outside’ they just mean ‘you need to get off tumblr for a while because your world view is extremely sheltered and warped by internet politics’

saying ‘that’s ableist because some people can’t physically go outside’ is just taking it literally and completely missing the point lol