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Misplaced Lens Cap
trying on a metaphor
izzy's playlists!
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JBB: An Artblog!
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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hello vonnie
Show & Tell
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YOU ARE THE REASON
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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noise dept.
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Masterpost
ADHD
we are weird and earnest here
Whenever I take a long car ride
floor time
things don't always "occur" to adhd people
LIFE TIPS
wish list for people who don’t want anything
deliberately learn how to comfort people
Small talk is social calibration
STORYTELLING
The Way You End a Sentence Matters
Ryan Carl
Layers of meaning
Wedding gown (in the style of a Hungarian court dress) by Klára Tüdős (1940) | Source: HNM
kings' shoes
details from a manuscript of le recueil des rois de france by jean du tillet, containing 30 portraits of historical kings of france. paris, c. 1545-47
source: Paris, BnF, Français 2848
A woman's robe à la française or sack and petticoat, 1775-1780
Cafe at The Portland art museum has Rothko no. 5 cakes. Something intellectually meaty about seeing the painting in person, and then eating a cake copy. The complete experience. Full spectrum.
cupping my hands together in the shower over my tummy letting them fill with water and spill over pretending i'm a beautifully detailed statue fountain in sicily that was modeled after the sculptor's wife that tragically passed and he considers it his greatest loss and he never remarried and wept while thinking about her every night until he died and an eclectic, sort of geeky and awkward art history student just finished his final about me in which he said that several historians consider me the most beautiful statue fountain in the world, and while that is true, he's also been obsessed with me since he saw a picture of me in a library book when he was young and i'm part of the reason for his taste in women as an adult and he's going to use the college fund money he secretly put away to go to sicily with his girlfriend to come see me because i was the art piece that made her feel beautiful and finally comfortable in her own skin after years of feeling unloved because i look just like her (she is also hopelessly in love with me) and he gently caresses the wedding ring in his pocket smiling gently glancing over at her glowing face as she makes eye contact with me and finally feels like everything is going to be okay. then i get shampoo. in my eye
Ice delivery man in Houston, TX circa 1920 Check this blog!
why did he eat this
#the hip pop… the cigarettes in the hat…#how many kids from pre-electric refrigeration look suspiciously like this guy I wonder…#POV: You are a bored housewife whose husband is constantly away on business trips and barely looks at you when he gets home#and this guy is rolling up to your house on like a weekly basis with a block of ice and his WWI thousand yard stare
Historian finishing a dissertation on the ice industry here. For once, I am not here to take away your joy! “Oh no, the ice man is too sexy and he’s going to fuck my wife while I’m not home” was a legit moral panic for DECADES. So much so that if you were fancy, you could get an icebox built into your wall so the dirty, sexy ice man didn’t have to come inside your house with your delicate, impressionable wife. This pic is going in the diss if I can chase down the correct citation for it.
Update: I’ve found and contacted the gallery that has the photo. Follow tag “freezing civilities” for more from my research.
I think a lot of writers might benefit from giving themselves permission to get weird with format.
Use second person, drop classic rising action and climax format, write backwards, just sit in a moment, tell all you want and refuse to show, make an entire book that’s just one run on sentence, reject tropes, use all tropes, cliche yourself to death, produce something that’s completely gibberish. Break all the rules of marketability. Become ungovernable.
Write a story that just takes place inside one pathetic little person’s head. Do it. It’s enrichment in your enclosure.
Do the writer’s equivalent of playing with finger paints. Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it
It’s the middle of the night and I should be sleeping but listen. Listen. Just get weird with it. Open your soul up a little bit. Like actually don’t worry about it being palatable. I’m serious. Get weirder. Get weirder right now. I’m demanding that you get weirder right now. It’s not your responsibility to make your reader feel good. It’s your job to make art, goddamnit. Make art. Make weird art. Open up your third eye and eat an entire cheesecake.
there’s a post on tumblr about like. if you could do something to bring people a little relief, why wouldn’t you do it? which has unironically informed my practice as a nursing student and patient care tech
i’m glad no one made any unpleasant comments on this post that might distract from the message because that would really suck
Would you terribly mind? 🐽🐽🐽
I'm fucking dying at this page someone shared on Bluesky.
Behold, the Embroidery Trouble Shooting Guide that forgot to close its <h3> tags.
yeah man i've got a pretty persistent problem already
Apparently this guy was at his mother in law’s house and they were all going through photo albums and he sees he photobombed his wife 11 years before they even met. I fucking love this.
this experience is so unrepeatable like i’m at a loss for words
“First season of LEVERAGE - so he's 21 years old - he shows me his watch designs. I'm expecting, y' know, celebrity strap branding or faces. No, it's engineering schematics of GEARS and shit. Pages of them. Even then, there were none so cool.” - John Rogers
Flying is effortless, landing can be a little bit harder, Cornell Lab / DoC (northern royal albatross) (part 1)
There’s so much about this. The tumble itself is so irredeemably funny. The child stops asking for food and just stares in silence as the adult completely beefs it. The adult, absolutely ashamed, wandering off screen, refusing to make eye contact with the baby.
Perfect 10s all round.
