"Come, ye cold winds, at January's call,
On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew
The earth."
~ John Ruskin
On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew
The earth."
~ John Ruskin
January 10, 2026 at 6:23 PM
"Come, ye cold winds, at January's call,
On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew
The earth."
~ John Ruskin
On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew
The earth."
~ John Ruskin
I hope you all have a delightful Monday.
"In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October - the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening. -A. Smith
📷 Ann, 11-30-21
"In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October - the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening. -A. Smith
📷 Ann, 11-30-21
October 20, 2025 at 12:54 PM
I hope you all have a delightful Monday.
"In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October - the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening. -A. Smith
📷 Ann, 11-30-21
"In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October - the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening. -A. Smith
📷 Ann, 11-30-21
October brings dark collages
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly…
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly…
October brings dark collages
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.
www.ihanna.nu
October 1, 2025 at 1:16 PM
October brings dark collages
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly…
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly…
fucking bestrew
October 1, 2025 at 3:11 AM
fucking bestrew
In the circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens&red leaves bestrew the road&you can feel the breath of winter, morning& evening- no days so calm, so solemn&with such a reverent meekness in the air." ~ Alexander Smith
September 28, 2025 at 2:18 PM
In the circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens&red leaves bestrew the road&you can feel the breath of winter, morning& evening- no days so calm, so solemn&with such a reverent meekness in the air." ~ Alexander Smith
Please may we find and bestrew him with garlands. The thing that tipped the cunts over was the gentle twinkle in his eye. No room for gentleness or humour in a fascist’s head.
September 4, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Please may we find and bestrew him with garlands. The thing that tipped the cunts over was the gentle twinkle in his eye. No room for gentleness or humour in a fascist’s head.
Well posting this new amazing model on most socials is proving problematic 😝 #bestrew #alexateliers #furry #pupplay #mature #matureart #queerart #anthropomorphic
I have no idea how I'm gonna get it up on Etsy either, so currently only available through direct sale
I have no idea how I'm gonna get it up on Etsy either, so currently only available through direct sale
June 29, 2025 at 12:03 AM
Well posting this new amazing model on most socials is proving problematic 😝 #bestrew #alexateliers #furry #pupplay #mature #matureart #queerart #anthropomorphic
I have no idea how I'm gonna get it up on Etsy either, so currently only available through direct sale
I have no idea how I'm gonna get it up on Etsy either, so currently only available through direct sale
Just started printing pup collars in your pup colours 😁 Manchee honestly loves being photographed, didn't growl the whole time at all... #pupplay #bestrew #collar #makeityours
May 22, 2025 at 10:42 AM
Just started printing pup collars in your pup colours 😁 Manchee honestly loves being photographed, didn't growl the whole time at all... #pupplay #bestrew #collar #makeityours
Well this print is coming across smashingly, anthropomorphic bear on dog .... Wrestling #bestrew #furry #pupplay #alexateliers
May 20, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Well this print is coming across smashingly, anthropomorphic bear on dog .... Wrestling #bestrew #furry #pupplay #alexateliers
You can't get much better product placement than this! My REVOLT brick being very TASTILY shown off by @pupchet.bsky.social #bestrew #revolution #revolt #3dprints #pupplay #community
May 20, 2025 at 12:33 PM
You can't get much better product placement than this! My REVOLT brick being very TASTILY shown off by @pupchet.bsky.social #bestrew #revolution #revolt #3dprints #pupplay #community
Raise yourself as Min and fly to the sky and live with them. You grow your wings, with your plumage on your head and your plumage on your upper arms. Bestrew the sky as a star, shining to them as a god, permanent at the fore of the sky as Horus of the Duat.
~Pyramid Texts
~Pyramid Texts
May 8, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Raise yourself as Min and fly to the sky and live with them. You grow your wings, with your plumage on your head and your plumage on your upper arms. Bestrew the sky as a star, shining to them as a god, permanent at the fore of the sky as Horus of the Duat.
~Pyramid Texts
~Pyramid Texts
I'm very much in favour of artist's impressions, but for true verisimilitude they need to cover it in graffiti, change the weather to pissing down rain, and liberally bestrew the pavement with litter, vomit and dog shit.
BBC News - Revised design for HS2 terminus in Birmingham set for approval
BBC News - Revised design for HS2 terminus in Birmingham set for approval
Revised design for HS2 terminus in Birmingham set for approval
Councillors are to make a decision on the high-speed railway's station this week.
www.bbc.co.uk
May 5, 2025 at 7:42 AM
I'm very much in favour of artist's impressions, but for true verisimilitude they need to cover it in graffiti, change the weather to pissing down rain, and liberally bestrew the pavement with litter, vomit and dog shit.
BBC News - Revised design for HS2 terminus in Birmingham set for approval
BBC News - Revised design for HS2 terminus in Birmingham set for approval
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
April 16, 2025 at 5:46 PM
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
April 11, 2025 at 2:25 PM
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
April 6, 2025 at 9:54 PM
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Working with the artist who created this quirky awesome model it will be coming to my store shortly! #bestrew #gaystationary #quirky #anal #kitschy #unique #etsystore #3dprinted
March 25, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Working with the artist who created this quirky awesome model it will be coming to my store shortly! #bestrew #gaystationary #quirky #anal #kitschy #unique #etsystore #3dprinted
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
March 23, 2025 at 8:01 PM
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
March 21, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
This guy was a belated birthday gift to myself 💕🍆 Major Package #3dprinting #Bestrew #gayart #penisisbeautiful #treatyoself
March 19, 2025 at 11:08 PM
This guy was a belated birthday gift to myself 💕🍆 Major Package #3dprinting #Bestrew #gayart #penisisbeautiful #treatyoself
March 19, 2025 at 11:06 PM
Some of the prints I've been producing lately... Enjoy NOT having to censor all of them here haha #3dprinting #adultdecor #gayart #gay #erotic #bestrew
March 19, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Some of the prints I've been producing lately... Enjoy NOT having to censor all of them here haha #3dprinting #adultdecor #gayart #gay #erotic #bestrew
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
March 14, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
March 9, 2025 at 12:02 AM
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
March 8, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Robert Herrick: "The Mad Maid's Song"
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.
Good-morrow to the day so fair,
good-morning, sir, to you;
good-morrow to mine own torn hair,
bedabbled with the dew.
Good-morning to this primrose too,
good-morrow to each maid
that will with flowers the tomb bestrew
wherein my love is laid.