God, my head is killing me.
What the hell is going on with me?
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@katimafleming
God, my head is killing me.
What the hell is going on with me?
I can't believe this is what they're calling literature nowadays...
Right? I can’t believe people actually think of her as some sort of hero.
All she does is scream, cry, and get rescued. I heard there's even a movie series. People of this day and age, I swear.
I can't believe this is what they're calling literature nowadays...
What in the hell are you even talking about? What are you reading? The cover looks ridiculous. If you want some real literature, have at it. This room is practically a library. You can use that as tinder when it begins getting colder out.
It was my attempt at trying to relate to the people of my generation. I must make a mental reminder to never try and do that again. Then again, how many times can one person read Anna Karenina? Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I still have the original installments stashed away somewhere.
Guess I'm just going to be forced to take my creative efforts, quite literally, back to the drawing board.
I can't believe this is what they're calling literature nowadays...
I mean seriously. Edward should have ripped that whiny bitch's head off when he had the chance.
I feel like there was something I was supposed to do tonight...
Because you don’t walk away from or give up on the people that you care about, Katima. But you wouldn’t know a single damn thing about that, would you? All you’ve ever done is bail on the one person who has ever given a shit about you. So what? You prefer to be alone for the reset of your life? Well, guess what. That’s not happening. Because no matter how badly I want to fucking forget you, I just can’t.
It’s bullshit.
All that sounds like to me is one gigantic personal problem, Adam.
I don't care about you. Yes, you're my partner. And yes, that's never going to change. But it doesn't mean that I'm required to be with you or give you a chance or pretend to be some happy, wonderful couple with you. I mean. looking at my Dad and Charlie; not partners and perfectly happy. You just need to find a nice girl who likes nice guys. I can't apologize for not wanting to be attached to you at the hip. I've told you time and time again I'm not interested and you just keep coming back. Quite frankly, you have no one to blame but yourself.
While I’m not going to claim that I empathize with your current “predicament”, I guess, the least I could is offer some guidance. When you say “our own little thing,” it doesn’t mean we’re exclusive or completely bigoted to change. If you were to ask me, Carter was meant to be a father. And while circumstances now have altered that, you can’t blame the guy for trying. And whether you leave now or in a couple years, you’ll always have a spot in his heart, and he’ll always be eagerly awaiting for your return. As for myself, well, I didn’t think I would be an aunt this soon, but I’m accepting and adaptable and I like to think you’re completely worth it.
Look, I get it. He feels bad. He missed out on most of my life and this is his second chance at being Dad. And I really can't blame him for trying. Truthfully, he's done more for me in a few days than Aria has done for most of my life. The both of you have. And I appreciate it, I do. You guys have no reason to bring me into your lives. I mean, you barely even know me and I barely even know you. And again, I don't blame either of you guys for that. And I get that he wants to be a Dad and you want to be an Aunt...but it's really not necessary. I appreciate the hospitality, honestly, I do. But I don't want anyone to develop any kind of expectations.
I feel like there was something I was supposed to do tonight...
Why do you keep doing this to me? You won’t even give me a chance? You push away the only person in this whole damn world that has never abandoned you.
Chasing you is exhausting, Katima. It’s fucking exhausting.
Then why do you keep doing it?
Look Adam, I've told you this a million times; I don't want anything to do with you. I'm not sure what else I need to do for you to finally get that. If chasing me is so fucking exhausting, then stop doing it. There's a billion people in the world, Adam. I'm sure one of them would be super happy to get flowers and go on movie dates and live happily ever after.
I'm just not one of them.
If they left kicking and screaming and crying then I’d most certainly be out of a job due to unhappy parents.
I can imagine… sorry to hear that. I do hope you’re warming up the house very well! We spent a long time constructing and modifying it to our liking, and I’m here if you need anything. But… do you plan on leaving soon? I’m sure Carter would be thrilled to hear of your stay being longer than a week or so.
Some kids are just brats. I mean, I'm sure the ones you work with aren't...but, y'know.
Nothing to apologize for. Personally, I think I'm better off for it. Taught me how to be tough and take care of myself. Yeah, I mean, the house is great. Thanks for letting me crash here and stuff. Beats sleeping on a lumpy hotel mattress, that's for sure. I really don't think it's a great idea for me to stay all that long. I just think it's better for everyone if no one gets too attached. You guys have your own little thing going on, it's not my place to come in and intrude on that.
I feel like there was something I was supposed to do tonight...
Yeah, I guess it wasn’t.
Oh c'mon, you didn't actually expect me to show up, did you? Though, I guess judging by the torn up movie tickets and flowers you tossed all over the front lawn you did.
Would you mind picking those up, by the way? Carter doesn't really like a mess.
They like to use my body as their canvas for finger painting. Too many times have I left the center with my clothes dyed their unoriginal color. Oh well, I guess it’s worth it considering they leave with smiles on their faces.
That’s southern hospitality for you: trying to kill you while blowing up diners in the process. And I can’t imagine you’re the most entertained considering there’s not much here to do. Did you happen to bring any of your art supplies from Paris?
Well, I guess as long as they leave with smiles...
Sounds about right. Honestly, I prefer the explosions over toothless hicks and inbreeding. Eh, I find ways to entertain myself. Spending most of your life alone sort of instills that in you after awhile. I left most of my things in an apartment I have rented out there. I'm only staying here until things blow over and then it's off on my next adventure.
I feel like there was something I was supposed to do tonight...
Eh, oh well. Guess it wasn't important enough for me to remember.
Katima! Yeah, the children can be quite a handful, especially now that it’s summer and a lot of them don’t know where to put their energy.
How are you adjusting to small town life? I know it’s nothing compared to Paris but it’s something.
I used to build forts when I was kid. Make believe and all that shit. It was fun while it lasted at least.
Eh, it's fine. I mean, I've lived in small town's before. The town's I stayed in didn't have exploding diners and for the most part nobody was trying to kill me, but I guess it's not the worst place in the world.
Wow.
And here I thought I couldn’t be any more exhausted. How I remember the glory days as a child with an infinite amount of energy.
Sounds like you had one hell of a day.
Guess what?
This conversation is about as equivalent as to talking to a fucking wall and I’m done wasting my time. There’s far more bigger issues going on right now.
If you’re looking to get a rise out of me, I’m sorry to disappoint you. What my relationship is with my partner or my sister is my business. I don’t owe you any sort of explanation.
We’re done here, Katima.
See, there you go again. I swear, you claim to be a mother and you act like a three year old still learning how to share.
In case you forgot, your partner also happens to by my father. And your sister is my aunt. And, again as much as a loathe having to admit it, I am your daughter. Add that all together, I think that at least entitles me to some sort of explanation.
See, this is the part where you walk off in a huff because you know that I'm right and just refuse to admit it.
Guess what?
You can hate me all you want, but let’s get one thing straight - I’ve been around much, much longer then you have, and I don’t need you throwing me your sarcastic and quite frankly, unwanted and unneeded advice.
Believe it or not, Katima - Carter and I have gotten along just fine way before you were even a twinkle in his eye. So do him, you, and myself a favor - and worry about yourself.
I know that the whole 'I'm old, listen to me' is your favorite argument to use on people, but that doesn't exactly work on me.
Though, I find it sort of hard to believe the whole you and Carter 'getting along' thing. I mean, let's look at the facts; you get knocked up with me and go into hiding for nine months, completely neglecting to tell him. And then almost a century and a half later, you do tell him only because you knew I would show up here asking questions. And let's not forget the part about him shacking with your sister.
So, tell me again how well the two of you have 'gotten along' again...?