you know those lawn mower robots? vegetarian roombas.
the implication in this post that regular roombas consume meat is frankly kind of terrifying
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The Bowery Presents

Love Begins
Show & Tell
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you know those lawn mower robots? vegetarian roombas.
the implication in this post that regular roombas consume meat is frankly kind of terrifying
almost finished the final pam sketch animation. need to fix the movement for the glasses and i wanna add some stuff at the end (BG stuff:explosion)
after that i will concentrate on finishing the sam flash suit animation.
Man does anyone else have severe problems keeping friends over several years or do I just have sincerely
a. horrible taste in friends
b. horrible relationship skills
as a mentally ill, if you haven’t taken your shower you’re not gonna wanna do anything else. do that first. this sounds like baby advice but fuckin’ do that first
i understand that this is suspicious advice coming from norman bates but do it
I just made the mistake of sneezing in my bedroom. The birds now know that I’m awake, and Morning Scream Fest has begun.
Morning Scream Fest usually starts between 7 and 8am at my house. Today at 7:35, I realized it had been awfully quiet. Had I just been so quiet working at my computer that the birds didn’t realize I was awake? So I performed an experiment. Out of nowhere, I started yelling, “BIRDS! BIRDS! BIRDS!” And then I yelled their names.
And I was met with ABSOLUTE SILENCE from the birds.
Then I ran down to check on them because I was like “they’re not screaming, wtf are they okay???” and I started to get worried. But they were totally fine and awake. Just confused. Apparently birds don’t know what to do if you scream in the morning before they do.
But then I realized the horrible truth.
I had become one of them.
I am one of them now.
I scream.
look inside yourself. what do you see. you should at least have a few lungs
a few
give or take
how to immediately start a fight with people into Spooky Things
Addams Family vs The Munsters
Which is better?
hiding a man hating plant lesbian in your bushes is 100% undeniable proof of being harley quinn
the babadook being reshaped by tumblr into a gentle friendly figure (and lgbt icon) is the logical progression of the babadook as a metaphor for depression and grief into the babadook as metaphor for the fact that even though you cant avoid being shaped by your past negative experiences that doesn’t mean you cant get to a point where you will be able to spread positivity to others and love yourself as the person you have become
if ur feeling desperately sad this summer, wait until it gets dark and half quiet and then open a window. cool air and passing cars are gonna heal ur heart. i promise
I’ll take “things people who don’t understand clinical depression say” for $500,Alec.
hmmm interesting theory considering how I’m on 40 mg of Prozac daily & see a therapist regularly bcuz I’m actively suicidal the majority of the time but sure, go ahead & be a dick on my light hearted post about something small u can do to momentarily relieve some of the crushing burden on ur life lol
My guilty pleasure is all those episodes of trashy 90′s daytime talk shows where the parents bring their alternative teens in all like “My Child Has Turned Into A Freak, Please Help Me Fix Them By Being Mean To Them On National Television”.
I like watching them on Youtube, and twice now I’ve seen them uploaded by the very former teens featured in those episodes. Take a look at what Alan Jr. (from the Ricki Lake show):
and Sunnie (from the Jenny Jones show) are looking like then vs. now:
I love that after all these years and even after being publicly humiliated by their own parents on TV they still haven’t changed & they’re still doing their thing and being rad as hell. Love these folks <3
Humorous Movie Marquee Mash-Ups
I’ve found it. I’ve found the worst thing.
“The worst thing?”
You FOOL.
It can ALWAYS be worse.
you are like a little baby. watch this.
#please keep adding terrible jeans to this post
ok
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There isn’t a word for how big a train wreck this is
Last night, I decided to go through personificationofchastity's posts. I had been feeling kinda down but reading those posts cheered me up. I thought you might like to hear that. I hope you're doing well. Take care of yourself.
Hey, thanks. It’s been a while since I’ve been on here. This was really, really nice to come back to.
“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?” “yeah” “whoa….those lucky artists ;)”
…buddy.
idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.
the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.
#this ain’t some avant-garde titanic poly romance it’s a bunch of individual sinking ships and one uncaring human-shaped ice burg
The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.
I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.
Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.
And then I fell asleep.
And then I fell off the stool.
I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.
Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.
After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences.
postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”
Oh, that is a story for the ages! I love it