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thyinum

It’s a diptych now

poetrylesbian

does anyone know if we have joy and whimsy tomorrow

cabybapa

always

caats

lokaror

ORC FACT

got your stupid ass. this is a gnome post. give me all the fucking berries right now

home-sheepo

REBLOG to fuck a WIZARD

IGNORE for PENIS CURSE

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I don’t think people get art. I feel like people think art is something created by a tortured soul and you have to go out of your way to go to an art gallery and you have some kind of emotional response and that’s art.

But that’s bullshit

You walk into a grocery store and you’re surrounded by art. Who do you think designs the packages? Fucking artists. Who do you think designed your house? Your bedsheets? Your car? Artists.

Art is a necessity. It’s everywhere, we wear it, we talk about it, we live in it. It’s everywhere. Every color, negative space, font, placement, material, you come into contact with an artist had a hand in that. TV, movies, music, graphics, It’s everywhere, it’s everything

catalinabaylors

TOLKIEN WEEK Day 10 | Hope

ritikajyala

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

herssian

why do you charge money for your art

big fan of eating

metamorphesque

— Khalil Gibran, A Lover's Call XXVII

[text ID: Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life / Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.]

striders

i’ve been thinking about this for days

oatmilkovich

this is the working in food service experience

pyaasa

just found out that yesterday kim kardashian’s private jet produced 61 tons of CO2 emissions. over the last week drake’s private jet flights produced 182 tons of CO2 emissions. like what is even the point any more