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huariqueje · 8 months
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Kanthaka -   Mia Bergeron ,  2023.
American, b. 1979  -
Oil on panel , 16 x 20 in.
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contac · 1 year
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megwillart · 1 year
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Flight of the Etheralotus 🌌
My first big painting for a recent fav game of mine
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awearyelf · 24 days
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Cloudy moonlight in March
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lovehina019 · 3 months
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cannibalgh0st · 1 year
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💗🖤💗🖤💗🖤💗🖤💗
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euphorictruths · 2 years
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Evening Glories- Mark Keathly
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chaoticdesertdweller · 4 months
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The moon hides tonight ☁️
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pizzacrustdisposal · 3 months
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moon tonight
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ratstronaut · 10 months
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I just sobbed in my backyard for an hour and a half at 2 in the morning.
It was a beautifully clear night and I was having trouble sleeping. I had taken plenty of melatonin and I didn’t go on my phone before bed. It was already late, but it seemed like a reasonable time to get into bed for a depressed person.
After near an hour of tossing and turning I opened my curtain and looked out my window. I could see so many stars just from my window, I had to see how many I could see from my backyard. So I snuck through my house, even though my dad is an incredibly heavy sleeper, it never hurts to be careful. When I got outside there wasn’t a thought in my head. All night I had been debating and arguing myself, but the second I saw the sky everything stopped.
The old pine stood strong beside the fence, which ineffectively kept the wilderness at bay. Our old rosemary bush, pruned down to sticks, had a few leaves finally growing back. I laid in the grand expanse of grass and looked up. There were so many stars I couldn’t believe it. In that moment I wished I was an old cowboy. I listened to my old country music and sighed. I wished and wished and nothing happened. So I took out my earbuds and just looked at the sky and stopped wishing to be somewhere else. A shooting star startled me. I didn’t wish for anything more than to lay in the grass and see the stars.
This is when I began to cry. I looked at those stars and thought of everyone else on the earth. It’s the same sky, it’s all the same sky, everywhere. We all see it everyday and we all see the stars. Everyone.
A satellite flew by and I cried even harder. There are people in SPACE! They live there! They have to wake up and eat food and drink water and live life just like the rest of us. I felt so connected to all the people alive right now, I could feel all of their love. And with their love I thought of the people in the past. They too saw this very sky. It was above them and they navigated it, discovered it, worshiped it.
So I laid there and cried about the infinite times people will look up into the night sky and see stars and think about everyone else who sees that sky. And then I cried about none of the times when someone will lay right where I did and see the same clouds and horizon as I did. No one will ever see that scene again, not even me. And there’s something so beautiful about that.
There was nothing I could do but watch the clouds gently float past the stars and greet them a kind hello. They’ll never see each other again like that, but the clouds aren’t just one thing, it’s all of the water in the sky gathering together. So the stars will say hello to the same clouds again, in another time, in another place.
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cairt · 2 months
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The last photo is edited to hide the apartment name and address.
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caffri3nd · 2 months
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applebrooklyn · 2 years
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Is it you?
If someone told me last night that the Sun would breath fire down my neck next morning, I would have laughed and declared them senile.
It must be you.
For last night was a tumultuous affair.
Grey in fury and discord, heavy with melancholy and wrath—the sky cursed and swore; down on us he poured. Snot, tears and drool—he drenched us all.
Like a petulant child, he cried and raged; he wept and irate. His distressed mother—the wind—panicked and shrieked. Howling, she slammed her head against the windows and walls, tree trunks and halls.
It has to be you.
Since beads of sweat roll down my forehead this morning and my anticipations stand in the corner, ashamed of being proven wrong.
The Sun is too bright. The grass is too green. The nature seems too lively, livelier than it has ever been.
It can only be you.
And the sky—the ill-mannered, sorehead from last night—is tamed. No remains of the boisterous tantrums visible from down here. He is donning a pretty blue and embracing the birds that soar high in his lap.
And I know, you must have held his hand last night. Must have collected his tears in your palm with a sigh.
Everyone heard the violent roars, but you must have heard his heartbreaking sobs, listened to his plight. Must have offered him a shoulder to cry.
You must have smiled at him last night.
applebrooklyn©
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euphorictruths · 2 years
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Full Moon Series: Cloudy Night, Purple Stars, Navy Halo, Teal Sunset- Alaina Ferguson
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maleficents-posts · 6 months
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دل تینوں دیے دیتا میں تاں سھنیا،
جاں تیرے قدماں وچ رکھی ہوی اے
مرنا میں تیری باہاں وچ چن وے
سو تیرے پیار دی میں چکی ہوئ اے
💞💕❣🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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zieeeej · 7 months
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The last of this series for now is this flowerkitty in the clouds. As I said before I don’t use any references for these drawings to keep the creativity simple and easy. But it’s hard for me not to judge my own work immediately and want to redo it. But I still wanted to show it to you. For me these drawings are mostly to get my creativity going, draw for fun and not doing it to make a product. (Like a comic book or a postcard or whatever.) There are also some drawings I never finished, or I just erased completely and that is fine too.
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