some pics during night shift 🧹🎶
persisting despite it all !
+1 Magic dagger
I have the biggest dick in 40 square miles
This is what Willem Defoe was writing on his detective pad
im just someones weird sister
it used to be 2007 you know
Accurate
slapping modeling clay around blindly without thought or purpose, i look down and find a perfectly sculpted replica of myself seated at a table with a lump of modeling clay before me, similarly shaped into a still smaller instance of the same scene. and i am afraid to look up
Tornado touches down behind this abandoned homestead on the Colorado Palmer Divide on June 4, 2015; Eric Hurst [1200 x 800]
Same energy
Three Crows
Gouache on paper, 2021
by Kelly Louise Judd
Over the Garden Wall is almost ten years old and that both feels too old and unbelievably young.
I remember first watching this in the backroom of a museum on my ipod touch in late August in 2015 and it still feels like it’s been a pillar of Americana for the past thousand years.
Over the Garden Wall is timeless and ancient and boiled out of the aether of American folklore and happened to be caught in animated form like a photograph of a lightning bolt, and it’s also the most 2010s-ass thing I've ever watched.
It's me. I'm the distant aunt.