saccharind
saccharind
i live in love
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saccharind · 1 day ago
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not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.
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saccharind · 3 days ago
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Liu Bing.
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saccharind · 5 days ago
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Illustrations for SLAPS!Volume 4 at Elephant Room Gallery in Chicago
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saccharind · 6 days ago
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"Unohdin sateenvarjoni kotiin"
Metalligrafiikka, kuivaneula
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saccharind · 6 days ago
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saccharind · 9 days ago
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saccharind · 9 days ago
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Touch me and see what happens. Engraved kitchen knives, 2022. instagram
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saccharind · 9 days ago
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saccharind · 9 days ago
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saccharind · 10 days ago
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Poppies, by Ed Perkins.
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saccharind · 10 days ago
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Franz Xavier Zirnkilton, My Snail, c.1915-20 (source).
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saccharind · 15 days ago
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August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water. I know now what they want is to touch each other. I have not been here for many years during which time I kept living my life. Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing, I wish I could sing. A little thanks from every throat would be appropriate. This is how it has been, and this is how it is: all my life I have been able to feel happiness, except whatever was not happiness, which I also remember. Each of us wears a shadow. But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another. Soon now, I'll turn and start for home. And who knows, maybe I'll be singing.
Mary Oliver, from "The Pond" in Felicity
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saccharind · 15 days ago
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Can we tho?!
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saccharind · 15 days ago
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no other witnesses, just us two
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saccharind · 15 days ago
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Hans Christian Anderson, The Complete Fairy Tales
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saccharind · 18 days ago
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little minicomic based on that last sketch page :)
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saccharind · 22 days ago
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saw this photo on my dash like nine times in one day so... had to make it butch4butch
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