Dusty Owl

My name is Jenny. I'm from Ireland. I'm an artist, painting specifically and I have a great passion for illustration and all books! My obsessions include... art, reading, , Trees, Vintage, Red lipstick, Lord Of The Rings, History, Irish Myths. On here you will find (along with some art) Klaine (OTP) ,Sherlock, Hannibal, Boardwalk Empire (Richard Harrow forever), Criminal Minds, True Blood.

[woodwose-radio]

[stonefreedreamer-blog]

This had nothing to do with smoking weed or getting high. This is about our earth. This is about our future. This is about the future of our race as humans. 

[peacefulvibes-deactivated201501]

I am all for hemp. Hemp is the cure for so many things wrong in this world. Hemp can make such a difference!

[viv-id-lee]

kitsunebaba, look what appeared on my dash :D

[kitsunebaba]

 IT USES 5 TIMES LESS WATER THAN COTTON

AND PRODUCES LIKE 10 TIMES MORE

AND IT HAS TWO SEASONS IN ONE YEAR AND IT IS STRONGER

WHEN YOU MAKE IT INTO PAPER IT DOESN’T YELLOW

YOU CAN MAKE FREAKING CONCRETE OUT OF IT THAT GETS HARDER OVER TIME AND BREATHES SO IT DOESN’T CRACK

THE OIL IS SUPER GOOD FOR YOU

IT WAS THE ORIGINAL FUEL FOR CARS

YOU CANNOT GET HIGH FROM IT!!!! 

 THEY USED TO MAKE SAILS OUT OF IT

YOU CAN USE 80% OF IT FOR PAPER RATHER THEN 20-30% FOR TREES

IT WAS ONLY BOYCOTTED BECAUSE THE COTTON INDUSTRY WAS GOING DOWNHILL

[milksnakemilkshake]

Call me a hippie but some things need to be changed. 

[hugo-plz-blog]

((AND HEY GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKERS!

HEMP IS WHAT THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDANCE WAS WRITTEN ON.))

[robotsandfrippary]

(one of the major reasons it was outlawed had nothing to do with drugs! the papermills didn’t want competition!)

[lmactans]

I don’t believe all of this, but hemp is freakin’ amazing.

[autumnlusts]

There’s two types of Autumn:

the bright, colorful, happy autumn with pumpkins, apples, candles, and great food

the dreary, dark, creepy autumn with overcast and rainy skies, scary forests, cool temperatures, and halloween

[crocodilet0ngues]

autumn : the greatest season of all.

[myunimportantramblings-deactiva]

IRELAND HAVE VOTED YES TO MARRIAGE EQUALITY!!

A finally tally of 1,201,607 Yes to 734,300 No, a majority of 467,307 votes! That’s 62.07 % YES VOTE!!!!!

That’s it! It’s done! Days of stress, months of campaigning, years of a lack of equality. And we did it!

We are the first country - our little, tiny, amazing country - to support same sex marriage by popular vote! I’m so proud to be Irish, so proud to be a member of this wonderful country, so proud that my home accepts all forms of love regardless of gender.

One of my closest friends told us “I feel like I can finally walk down the street holding another guy’s hand, without fearing for my safety or my life. I’ve never felt that before”

That’s what this means. Homosexuality was decriminalised only in 1993 but now it’s the time to feel safe and accepted.

[notakoolthing-deactivated201603]

A rainbow today over Dublin after the Republic of Ireland voted yes for marriage equality.

[irishthings]

Ireland says Yes to same-sex marriage

Ireland has become the first country in the world to bring in same-sex marriage by a popular vote.

ITS OFFICIAL. I’M CRYING. I’M SO HAPPY

[daenaery]

Devon Murray just tweeted this about the same-sex marriage referendum in Ireland

oh my god

[sansastark]

IRELAND SAYS AN OVERWHELMING YES  TO GAY MARRIAGE!!!!

I AM SO PROUD TO BE IRISH TODAY, WE ARE A COUNTRY THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MOCKED BY OTHERS AS FANATICS WHO DON’T KNOW HOW TO SEPARATE CHURCH FROM STATE AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ALLOW THE PEOPLE TO SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES!!!!! YES TO EQUALITY, YES TO LOVE, AND YES TO HUMAN RIGHTS!!!!

(x) (x) (x)

[caravaggista]

There are few works of art that evoke an immediate emotional response in me. Karl Briullov’s The Last Day of Pompeii (1830-1833) is one of these artworks. I confess I don’t know much about Briullov, but I know how his masterful painting makes me feel. It transports me to that terrible day in 79 AD when an entire city, an entire region, was decimated and devastated by the eruption of Vesuvius. In the back of my mind, I can feel the heat and the ash, hear the screams of a people crying out, and see devastation happening. And then I am left with a profound sense of loss and mourning. 

I have been to Pompeii, and it was mesmerizing, if such a word can be used. It was as though I was walking with ghosts and I remember wishing that I could have lived in another time and place so I could have witnessed the art & times of  this incredible place. I feel like that with much of history. But Pompeii was so full of memory that I  never wanted to leave. I hope that its integrity and value as an archaeological and historical site remains a constant priority for conservators.

[n1n3t41ls]

1950’s dresses

[theelvenkingsunderthesky]

“Homosexuality is wrong, the Bible says it!”

So is: 

wearing two different fabrics

eating pigs and rabbits 

wearing torn clothes

having short hair

having tattoos

having more than one type of plant in your garden

going to church in the first  2 months after you’ve given birth

masturbating

wearing jewlery

remarrying 

women saying anything in church, ever

eating lobsters

divorcing

eating fat

touching women who are on their periods are touching something that has been touched by a woman who is on her period

cross breeding

people with flat noses becoming priests (?)

cheating

saying God’s name

gossiping

going to church if your balls are injured in any way

wizards (?)

so we’re all going to hell anyways. 

[jurassicnopark]

this is the post I’ve been looking for

[forest-faerie-spirit]

{Barn Owls in The Oak} by {Mike Rae}

[bonewhiteglory-deactivated20210]

okaykrissy

[juliabe]

I fell in love with this gorgeous Valentino dress from the Pre-Fall 2015 collection the minute I saw it, it’s the most beautiful and dreamy dress I’ve ever seen. Since I obviously can’t afford it, I thought I might as well paint it. My new motto! 

[darriness]

[whipporwill-deactivated20111220]

[thehighladyelf]

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

O_O

[vincentvangogh-art]

If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now.

Vincent van Gogh (via christianborle)

[graphitetroll]

The world is weird when it comes to art because everyone expects there to always be music to listen to and movies to watch and video games to play and cartoons to plop their kids in front of and watercolor paintings on dentists’ walls and gaudy desktop wallpapers but? ? No one wants to? ? Pay? ? Artists? ? ? ? ?

[threesideddream]

YOU PREACHIN NOW

[rozalynpaige]

Even the artists of olden days were paid like holy shit, what’s so confusing about that, world?? Like, you think the Sistine Chapel was painted for FREE??? Pope was like “Ey, you can paint it for exposure. Your art will be very popular!” Fuck no, Pope was like “Here’s money, paint beautiful holy pictures on this ceiling.”

Gtfo here with your fucking exposure, especially in the age of the internet. Shit.

[erica-prime-deactivated20191027]

In 2012 The Vatican released documents that included a letter from Michelangelo demanding payment from the pope that was 3 months late, so it’s not a new problem.

[moika-palace]

Life Ball 2015 Style Bible.