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livesunique · 11 months

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Bangalore Palace, Bangalore, Karnataka, India

#art #design #architecture #interiors #palace #india #courtyard #patio #bangalore palace #karnataka #Bangalore #luxuryhouses #luxuryhomes #luxurylifestyle #style #history

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ryuuna · 2 years

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collection of all my loba art so far :)

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theworldatwar · 2 months

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US troops board their landing craft as the preparations for D-day finally get underway - June 1944. Note the soldier carrying a Bangalore demolition charge for clearing obstacles or use against concrete structures

#world war two #ww2 #worldwar2photos #history #1940s #ww2 history #wwii #world war 2 #ww2history #wwii era #normandy landings #Normandy #normandie #1944 #june1944 #England #bangalore

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ptanalo · 8 months

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First batch of little guy commissions! If anyone else in interested, my ko-fi is here!

#my art #fade #neon #fadeshock #valorant #cornet espoir #rhapsody a musical adventure #shadowheart #baldur's gate 3 #fuse #bloodhound #fusehound #mad maggie #bangalore #apex legends #mei overwatch #kiriko #overwatch

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abgcomics · 1 year

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I was WAAAYYY into Apex Legends when it came out, so I drew the original 8 characters!

#artist on tumblr #fanart #apex legends #bloodhound #gibraltar #lifeline #pathfinder #wraith #bangalore #caustic #mirage

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sampigehoovu · 8 months

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State Central Library, B'lore

got yelled at for taking this picture

#public libraries #books and libraries #bangalore #why are they so stuck up ffs

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wyllsblade · 2 months

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may i offer you a bangalore in these trying times?

#still my Wife btw.#apexedit #apexlegendsedit #gamingedit #anita williams #apex legends #k gifs #bangalore #*apex #*bang #*

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spark-glow · 11 months

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Sat down with the group chat and we cooked this up like scholars in the school of Athens.

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creatingnikki · 2 months

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there I was grieving yet again. another year, another person. was grieving love lost easier than actually loving someone? was it more romantic, more romanticized?

because if here you were with me at 7:28 pm stuck in rush hour traffic with our clothes all sandy after an evening at the beach. me having had a fight with my sister on the phone and all irritated, and you worried about reaching home in time for your work call at night, would I still want you by my side? would you?

now, sitting here alone, looking at the market outside, I miss you. but what about you do I miss? I miss your smile, I miss your attention, I miss your kisses, and I miss your jokes. but if we were actually together, day in and day out, how many jokes would pepper our conversations? how many kisses and smiles would be exchanged?

being a tourist in a city is lovely, it's romantic. moving there and trying to make a living, however? that's a whole other thing. ask me, I loved Bangalore when I simply went there to visit a friend. the bookstores, the weather, the clubs. but when I moved there for work? I couldn't go a day without finding 10 faults and missing my home city. the traffic that seems to not move, the overpriced cabs, the power cuts.

isn't a fling, an affair, a summer romance, an on and off thing, a lot like being a tourist in the land and life of your lover? your experience is limited to the aesthetic cafes, comfortable hotels, and you spend money by girl math logic cos you're on vacation and what's even a budget? as your lover's tourist, is your experience not limited to only the butterflies, the flirting, the passion, and the sexual tension? the 2 am existential conversations and the brief cuddling the next morning before you both have to get back to your respective lives?

so how much of this missing is even objective? do I really want a real, long-term relationship with you? do I want to have multiple summers with you? and all the seasons in between? would I like you in Bangalore as much as I would in Mumbai? would I want you along for my Seoul trip? would I want you not just on Friday nights when we have a date night planned but on Thursday afternoons when I am unwell, throwing up in the office washroom hating everything about life?

would I want you to be a part of my life, my home? would I want to give you a pass beyond a tourist visa? would I want you as a permanent resident?

and if not, then can I, just stop with this misery that is missing you constantly. missing you, what we shared in the past, the brief bliss is so much more pleasurable than any reality we have shared or perhaps could. I know it, I do. then why won't this sticky feeling of missing you not go away? the monsoon is too far away to wash this feeling away. for now I will have to find another way.