Anna Nycz Gallery
snowbunnythings
iranianphotography
wildvats
tulip blewer
sandcat
just little warm things,mittens for small hands, baby bibs and sweaters from scraps.silent evening m
be servants to one another in love.
We escaped like a bird from the fowlers’ net. The net was broken and we escaped.
something which has existed since the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our ow
but that very night./our traditions in the making.
he will make you a home. /real one and the most beautiful.
silent letters.
Jaguszka zajada uszka.
floralls: . (by anna nycz)
inferior:Anna Nycz
hyperb0rean: untitled by anna nycz
there is no darkness in him at all.
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