Some Times All Of The Time

Art therapy, sometimes called expressive art or art psychology, encourages self-discovery and emotional growth. It is a two-part process, involving both the creation of art and the discovery of its meaning. – Paula Ford-Martin

[sassysaidie]

someone caption this

[glob-bob]

Winged eyeliner

[wellfuckmydude]

i’m procrastinating because i’m stressed and i’m stressed because i’m procrastinating

[ekimsal]

Gene Belcher didn’t use blackface for Halloween; take notes people.

[rohie-deactivated20191102]

there are too many versions of me in the universe! the girl i bumped into but didn’t stop to say sorry to has a version of me in her mind. the guy i let borrow my homework has another version of me in his. even my friends, my family, and everyone i’ve ever met in my life has their own version of me in their minds that i’m not even aware of

[joshpeck]

you put it into words

[granulatedoblivion]

Interesting

[frogmp3]

my body: i need fruits and vegetables… please i’m begging you

me: you want bread? i got you some bread

[chaosophia218]

[blueblackdream]

Paul Cadmus, Coney Island, 1934

[blackandroses]

White and Red roses at Dolce & Gabbana Spring/Summer 2018.

[enoughtohold]

in celebration of today’s work…

act up, fight back, END AIDS!

[babyanimalgifs]

[titties-and-mild-suffering-deac]

here for a G O O D T I M E not a L O N G T I M E

[ruinedchildhood]

[sixpenceee]

Just brilliant!

[filmeditors-deactivated20230605]

me on letterboxd, joking: time isn’t real

a Man:

[cartnsncreal]

She should have a statue. Not those confederate MFs.

[quasismiles]

Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.

George Carlin.

I can’t get over this quote. It has been stuck with me ever since I first heard it because god damn it this man is smart. 

(via quazziesmiles)

[humansofnewyork]

“We were pretty poor back in Mexico. My parents were divorced. Mom did the best she could. She was always a hustler. She’d sell jewelry, or food, or anything that she could. But a lot of nights there still wouldn’t be enough to eat. We’d survive on tortillas and salt. I was only eight when we came to America. So I was too young to understand. I think my mom thought she could make some money and bring us home. She thought she’d learn English, and maybe start a business. But it was so much harder than she expected. We moved so much looking for work. She’s fifty and she still cleans houses every day. Every year she gets more worn down. She’s been getting sick a lot lately. But she can’t afford to stop. She never will. Right now I’m in school. I always thought I had to be the best student because I’m undocumented. I thought I’d go to law school, or graduate school. But now I’m not so sure. My mom would literally destroy her body to make that happen for me. How could I allow that to happen? I’m a Dreamer. And everyone loves the Dreamers because we’re a perfect package to sell. But why am I the only one who gets the chance to feel safe? Whenever I hear ‘I stand with Dreamers,’ I always think about my mom. I’m not willing to throw her under the bus. I’m not willing to be a bargaining chip to make her seem like a criminal. Everything people admire about Dreamers is because of our parents.”

[just-shower-thoughts]

When I was a child, people told me I was an old soul because of my ability to understand the world around me. Now, I’m almost 30 years old and that understanding has turned into a cynical, sarcastic humor where my coping mechanism is to make jokes about everything. Now people tell me I’m childish.