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Those Who Live In Death Should Be Well Left Alone
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average--idiot · 1 month ago
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Sunsets in art.
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average--idiot · 1 month ago
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average--idiot · 1 month ago
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average--idiot · 1 month ago
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He’s just letting everyone know that he’ll be turning evil soon and it sucks but it has to happen
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average--idiot · 1 month ago
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Chat am i funny
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average--idiot · 1 month ago
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If words are wind,
They can move like hurricanes.
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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🕷️Kungfuhavestyle🕷️
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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Unrelated: I have also been injected with praying mantis DNA
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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L’ Amour de Pierrot, 1920 by Salvador Dalí
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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Starry Night  -   Józef Chełmoński, 1888.
Polish, 1849–1914
oil on canvas, 58 x 73 cm.
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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Zdzisław Beksiński
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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Józef Chełmoński, Noc gwiaździsta (Starry Night),
1888, oil on canvas,
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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If we were reborn,
Id like us to be birds,
If thats okay with you.
Maybe one after another
In life we'll find each other.
I've had some ideas for our spiritual vessels,
That I think would be neat.
I could be the weed to your dandelion,
Or a bee to your flower.
In some million years we'll meet again.
A comet meeting its impact,
A book meeting it's reader,
A beauty that lies hidden in marble,
And the only one to see it.
Admittedly perfection is imperfect,
That's why we keep on searching.
For what may never end,
A quest that merely bends,
But never breaks.
Rebirthed as parallel lines,
Id never like to leave your side.
And in any universe we reside,
I'll find you in some point in time.
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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Beksiński be like "My art has no deep meaning." and then this is his art:
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average--idiot · 2 months ago
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Zdzisław Beksiński
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