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artist: chloeÌ joyce
Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs (1864) by Frederic William Burton
'Semele'. Jannik Senium. 2025.
Albert Joseph Penot - Le repos du mannequin (1862)
If you're still one of us, this message is for you.
if I were to meet my clone, absolute first step is fucking. zero communication necessary we both know what's up. maybe like a single nod.
We need to bring up that Ursula K LeGuin quote about commodified fantasy more often. We need to be meaner.
Y'all for real please do these. Even if you're certain your posture doesn't suck. One day you will wake up with impinged shoulder pain like I did and let me tell you it fucking HURTS. Do these exercises even just once a week and it will make such a difference. Especially my fellow creatives out there, stop shrimping over your work and go do these right now. RIGHT NOW.
Robert Morris Donley â Abundance (oil on canvas, 1976)
Charlotte Moorman performing Jim McWilliamsâ âIce Music for Sydney,â at the Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney, Australia, 1976
My piece for Giant Robot Galleryâs annual Totoro show. I did a Jiji needlepoint with a fancy trim edge. The show opens at their Los Angeles gallery Saturday 11/29/25 at 11 am. Thanks again cassia lupo for the invite!
Trapped in the talkative cycle
a chainsaw is a lot like a hot glue gun
when you have one in your hands you start to get Ideas about your surroundings
speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.
the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.
you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.
YOU GET IT
And what if you straight up forget that a number you put in this chapter actually has a relationship to or impact upon a number you used twelve chapters ago on something that (on the surface) looks like a different issue?
You hear about it for the rest of your life, unless you have a very good editor.
[image: tags by thepioden: #you may think you - the writer - are your own most autistic critic #but somewhere out there is a motherfucker with the world's nichest PhD who has been waiting their whole life to prove you wrong]
Corollary from a pedantic reader: Don't put numbers in the story where others might see it, but do please write them down in your notes somewhere, lest you start your novel with the village elders recounting the half-forgotten legends of an ancient past that later turns out to have taken place when the twenty-year-old protagonist was a toddler.
Ask Polly: How Am I Supposed to Make Friends in My Late 20s?
Is there any creature alive with higher, more impossible standards than a 28-year-old? The only difference between a 28-year-old woman and a 38-year-old woman is that one of them tries to hide how few friends she has, and the other will email you out of the blue and demand to hang out after meeting you for exactly four seconds in a room full of retired people and divorced people and new moms. The late-30s woman knows that itâs no big deal to want to make new friends. Maybe it wonât be a life-changing time, or maybe youâll be acquaintances, or maybe youâll be vacationing together down the road. Itâs worth a shot. [...] So the second thing I want you to know is that, in order to make very close friends in a natural, organic way, you have to cast a wide net and be accepting and give it time. You canât use the aggressive, early twentysomethingâs tactics, because it poisons the whole process to believe that youâre trying to hunt and trap the perfect BFF. [...] Some of your closest, lifelong friends may not seem like close, lifelong friends for the first five or six years you know them. Seriously. It takes time to figure out who matters, who listens, who tells the truth, who comes through in a pinch, whoâs down to earth, who appreciates you and accepts your flaws, who says the right thing at the right time, and who makes sense all around. [...] The more you try â without skyrocketing expectations, without circular thoughts that say YOU ARE A FRIENDLESS FREAK â the easier itâll be. The more you do it, the happier youâll be, even if no lifelong friends emerge immediately. You should do it now in order to prepare you for doing it 20 years from now, because youâll ALWAYS have to do it. You donât just get the big group of buddies and then sleepwalk through the rest of your life. Life isnât like that. [...] This life is not perfect. This world is not a perfect place. Sometimes itâs nice to sip a drink, and repeat yourself, among people who arenât perfect, and donât expect you to be perfect either. Aim low, open your heart, and let them in.
selected paragraphs (speedrun) of an ask polly that changed my life a little bit // Ask Polly: How Am I Supposed to Make Friends in My Late 20s? by Heather Havrilesky
It really helps to not be picky about what art you engage with actually. Gotta mix up your diet a bit from time to time
If you find you're bored of the folk punk you always listen to, try out a rap album. If you only ever watch classic cinema or more grounded art films, check out a fast and furious movie or something. Or try reading a book if you only ever consume film or tv. Or comics. Or go to an art museum. You may not like whatever it is you try out, and I promise you don't have to like it, but I can guarantee that you can't subsist on a monoculture. Be open to experiencing new art. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad, actually.