― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child
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YOU ARE THE REASON
One Nice Bug Per Day

Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi

Product Placement
Xuebing Du

Andulka

pixel skylines
ojovivo

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dirt enthusiast
Peter Solarz
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER

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@indigobrat
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child
[text ID: To write, you have to want something to survive you.]
Intel Corporation 1994 Annual Report
The Art of Abandonment: Photography by Walter Arnold
You over Her [not as a body but as a steeple]
I made this when I was 18 and struggling with internal and external homophobia. The church both destroyed my perception of myself directly, and of my people through colonialism. I understand this can be seen as a disrespectful comic, but Catholicism killed every gentle thing my people had so drawing nuns kissing is… fine, ultimately. This comic is about how tender, consensual, and heart full love is holier than any oppressive institution.
Sandringham-Road-Kingsland-High-Street-10.42am-11.37am. London. 15thJune 2009
Photo: Chris Dorley-Brown
Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief (يـومـيـات الـحـزن الـعـادي), 1973
One of these days I'm gonna executive this function so hard and you are all gonna be so jealous.
When You Sleep - My Bloody Valentine.
When I look at you Oh, I don’t know what’s real Once in a while And you make me laugh And I’ll see you tomorrow And it won’t be long Once in a while Then you take me down Then you walk away When you said ‘I do’ Oh, I don’t believe you I can’t forget it, no When you sleep tomorrow And it won’t be long Once in a while When you make me smile And you turn your long blond hair When I look at you Oh, I don’t know what’s real Once in a while And you make me laugh And I’ll see you tomorrow And it won’t be long Once in a while Then you take me down Then you walk away
I love you paint by numbers kits.
Coloring books. Clay statuettes that come with small pots of paint and a brush that leaks hairs like it was a job. Craft kits of all shapes and sizes and methods and media.
I love you "how to draw" books detailing the extremely simple to the extremely advanced. I love that you exist in libraries and in PDFs.
I love you wooden models awaiting a coat of paint and a design. Paper dolls. Watercolor kits. Acrylic kits. Foam cutout kits.
I love you art supplies marked "academic" or "student" or "elementary." I love you tempera paint. I love that you are priced so cheaply. That you are frequently washable.
I love you color pencils that blend... ish.
I love you office supply highlighters. #2 pencils. Cheap glue. Modeling clay that dries in the air. Watercolor kits that require a solid concept of forgiveness with color mixing.
I love you pre-stretched canvas. Canvas boards. Cheap notebooks. Cheap sketchbooks on sale from store brands designed to lure you into the store, hoping you'll buy other things.
I love you art store discount bins.
I love you construction paper. Scissors that hardly cut.
Digital art programs that offer the chance to create wherever whenever however.
I love you art supplies that help anyone discover the sheer unbelievable magic of transforming something in the world that is not of their aesthetic into something that is.
Even if it is the bare minimum of quality.
Even if it is sloppy.
Even if it is impermanent. Fades, chips, decays nearly immediately.
My mom has been an arts and crafts person her entire life. She used to crochet afghans in amazing patterns and styles that she made herself. A few years ago, she had what we think was a series of microstrokes and her short-term memory is pretty much shot.
Paint by numbers, pre-printed cross stitch and embroidery kits, grown up coloring books, they are the center of her creative life these days. She loves them so much. She rarely follows the colors and instructions to the letter, but because the big picture is always right in front of her, she always can remember what she was doing and she joyfully works on them for hours.
There's almost always brand new kits for Dirt Cheap in the thrift store, some of them from the 1960s some of them clearly aimed at kids, but especially if they have cats or plants in them, mom is ready to give it a go. Even if she's picked up a design before, she makes each one just a little unique and my mom and dad's whole condo is just full of her art.
I honestly don't know what we would do for her without this stuff. Most of the rest of the stuff that she enjoyed as hobbies are a bit out of her reach right now. She's comfortably retired and she needs something fun to fill her days. Simple, inexpensive art supplies are the greatest goddamn thing in the world for her right now.
SECRETARY (2002) dir. Steven Shainberg
Juicy closeups of a pristine Roland Jupiter-6 (1983)
via
“I don’t want to leave.” / Lost in Translation (2003)
The fading shine of French holiday towns documented by Shane Lynam
I FINALLY FUCKING FOUND IT
source: cyber.dabamos.de
Jake is short for Jacob, yet Blake is not short for Blacob.
Time to revisit one of my least popular posts
Then I guess you won’t have time to meet my pet snake, Snacob.
Do u actually
Reblog if you have time to meet their pet snake, Snacob.