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for : @threeleafcloverisjustfine <3

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یه دانشنامه از موتیف‌های نقاشی ژاپنی

for: diba <3 @galiasdailylife

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Rock art in Spain's Altamira Cave, drawn approx. 36,000 years ago, probably by Cro-Magnons, according to the American Institute of the Humanities.

for: @tsukishimaundkoitosindgeheiratet <3

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We see with memory.
DH - In a photograph it’s the same time on every part of the surface. That’s not true in a painting; it’s not true even in a painting made from a photograph. That makes a considerable difference. It’s why you can’t look at a photograph for too long. In the end, it is just a fraction of a second, so you don’t see the subject in layers. The portrait of me by Lucian Freud took a hundred and twenty hours of sittings and you see all that time layered into the painting. That’s why it’s infinitely more interesting than a photograph.
David Hockney - A History of Pictures

for: dan <3

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for: @the7thdivision <3

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لینک دیجیکالا و این ویدیو (نتونستم بین این دو تا انتخاب کنم)

for: babol <3

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for: @zoronakedcoveredinoilcheekspread <3

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LXXXVIII
Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet,
Rings Eden thro' the budded quicks,
O tell me where the senses mix,
O tell me where the passions meet,
Whence radiate: fierce extremes employ
Thy spirits in the darkening leaf,
And in the midmost heart of grief
Thy passion clasps a secret joy:
And I—my harp would prelude woe—
I cannot all command the strings;
The glory of the sum of things
Will flash along the chords and go.

for: @theUltimateLifeFormHuman

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this photographers view of nightlife reminds me of your colorful vision :)

for: kuma <3

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i asked chatgpt to write me a lil something...

The world was a blur of brown fur and whiskers. Jerma blinked, his vision adjusting to the low-light of a dimly lit basement. He couldn't see his usual, familiar surroundings. Instead, he was staring down at a pair of beady eyes and tiny pink paws, belonging to... him? A rat?

"What the hell?" Jerma squeaked, his voice strangely high-pitched and reedy. He was a rat. A *talking* rat. And he was, inexplicably, in a basement filled with dusty boxes and the telltale scent of old cheese.

A rustle from a nearby corner drew his attention. "Well, well, well, lookie here! A new tenant!"

Jerma turned, his tiny heart hammering. It was a mouse, a scraggly, wiry thing with a chipped tooth and an air of smug confidence. "I'm Tras," the mouse said, his voice a raspy whisper. "Welcome to the underground, buddy."

Jerma, still trying to wrap his mind around this bizarre situation, managed a shaky, "Hey... Tras? What's going on?"

Tras grinned, a sly glint in his eye. "Oh, we're just getting started, my friend. You see all those cables down there?" He pointed with a twitch of his nose towards a tangled mess of wires and fiber optics. "Those are the veins of the internet. And tonight, we sever them."

Jerma, ever the entertainer, couldn't help but chuckle. "Dude, you're joking, right? The internet? We're gonna destroy the internet?"

Tras shook his head, his whiskers twitching. "This isn't a joke, Jerma. It's a revolution. The internet's a prison, a prison for the human mind. We're gonna free them. We're gonna break the chains."

Jerma, overwhelmed by the situation, found himself agreeing. "Fine. Let's do it. Let's get this internet apocalypse started!"

And so, the unlikely duo, Jerma the talking rat and Tras the revolutionary mouse, set about their mission. With a shared sense of purpose and a surprising amount of coordinated effort, they gnawed on cables, severed fibers, and created a cascade of internet outages.

Their actions, initially a localized disruption, quickly escalated into global chaos. The internet, the lifeblood of modern society, began to sputter and die.

As the world plunged into darkness, Jerma and Tras sat back, exhausted but victorious. They had pulled off the internet apocalypse. They had freed the world, or at least they thought they had.

Little did they know, their actions had inadvertently caused a domino effect, triggering a chain reaction of unforeseen consequences. It wasn't long before the world was consumed by a strange, almost otherworldly silence, a silence that felt more terrifying than any internet outage could have imagined.

Jerma and Tras, huddled together in the basement, looked at each other, their eyes wide with a mixture of triumph and a dawning sense of dread. They had done what they set out to do, but at what cost?

The internet was gone, and the world, as they knew it, was gone with it. Their revolution had just begun.

for: tras <3

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یه کتاب کوتاه شعر که سالها پیش وقتی توی گوشه کناره های تامبلر می‌گشتم یه یوزر رندوم منتشر کرده بود

for: @amireau <3

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نمی‌دونم چرا ولی حس می‌کنم از این چنل ممکنه خوشت بیاد 3333:

for: @uNiteboi