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I put my socks on my feet just so that my soul won't fall through my toes.

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My SO and I covered Animal Crossing: New Horizons’ theme song and it would mean the world if you guys checked it out <3

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|| Kanagawa ft. Summer ‘18.

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|| Cuando yo me muera te pido un encargo; que con tus trenzas, trenzas de tu pelo negro, me amarres mis manos. El querer que yo te tengo, si de plata fuera, otro más rico que yo en la España no hubiera. ||

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We Will Win.

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Panic! At The Disco - wallpapers for your phone.

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Brendon Urie - King of the Clouds wallpapers for your computer and phone.

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JUST FOLLOWED YOUR INSTAGRAM AND ITS EVEN BETTER OH MY BEEBO

Yay thank you! If you want, you can give me your instagram @ so I know who  you are. If not, that’s ok!

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I LOVE THE TWENTY ONE PILOTS WALLPAPERS, A+ GREAT JOB

Yo, thank you, it means a lot! Follow me on instagram @mvxpx, I don’t use Tumblr that often. I’ll be making more. ||-//

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Art relativism is killing art.

I have a question for you: what is art? Not according to Van Gogh or Picasso, what is art to you?

There is a dangerous misconception in our society that everything is art. The most effective way to spoil a concept is to destroy all limitations by broadening its definition to mean ‘everything’. Unlike art relativists claim, not everything is art, but everything has the potential to be art. This contemporary belief is damaging our ability to distinguish valuable art from effortless self-expression, blank canvases or literal trash bags. There are no rules about what art can or cannot be, but there has to be some objective criteria that draws the line between great and mediocre, even within the same medium.

Of course, it is only human to have different tastes. I may like Renoir, you may find him visually unpleasant, but no one argues the fact that his work is, indeed, art. As an artist, you are expected to like everything labelled as art or else you are considered close-minded and ignorant. Don’t get me wrong, I may enjoy a quick splatter on a canvas, but I will not appreciate its artistic merit. There is a process to creating art. Michelangelo stared at 18ft of marble for 4 months before he started sculpting and 3 years later that same marble became the statue of David. Now LACMA paid 10 million for ‘Levitated Mass’, a simple rock. If you listen closely, you can hear Michelangelo crying.

This view is extremely cynical and it is only generating an intense antipathy towards modern art and consequently damaging it. While people praise Malevich’s Black Square as if it was the artistic equivalent of, say, the Mona Lisa, starving artists are so desperate for any attention that they are underselling their work, living below the poverty line and, inevitably, starving their art, too.

But nobody talks about this. We keep our mouth shut because we want to be part of the ‘intellectually superior art buffs’ who pretend to understand the meaning behind a pair of glasses left on the floor.

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We have to learn to love, learn to be charitable, and this from our youth up; if education and chance offer us no opportunity to practise these sensations our soul will grow dry and even incapable of understanding them in others. Hatred likewise has to be learned and nourished if one wants to become a good hater: otherwise the germ of that too will gradually wither away.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human

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Aja Apa-Soura | facebook | etsy shop (prints and originals) van gogh never saw golden gate van gogh never saw the great wall van gogh never saw christ the redeemer van gogh never saw stonehenge van gogh never saw eiffel van gogh never saw mount fuji van gogh never saw the brooklyn bridge van gogh never saw hollywood van gogh never saw taj mahal van gogh never saw vegas

bonus:

van gogh never boldly went

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In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.

Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto

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”I've been told by the sky that the ocean I shall win, but it's hard for me to see where ocean stops and sky begins. Random strikes of light remind me of what is true, but right now the ocean's blacker than black, the sky is too.”

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Mozart composed his first symphony at eight years old. Shakespeare was married at eighteen and completed his first play at twenty six. My grandmother carried life in her hips at fifteen and had three declarations of young love by the time she was nineteen. My grandfather had barely gotten over puberty when he took his first trip- a tromp over unknown countryside with a gun on his back and a stained uniform as his only clothes. I am twenty and all I feel like doing is falling asleep until the Earth’s completed another revolution of the sun.

I’ll Be Well-Rested Once I Turn Twenty-One | Lora Mathis