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setup and punchline

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The artist is luo li rong

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The statue doesn’t have big enough titties to have been made by a man.

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I know I’ve reblogged this before but the schadenfreude is too delicious.

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By the way, the statue is called La mélodie oubliée (The Forgotten Melody). Luo Li Rong also painted it:

And here she and the statue are in a more formal setting (museum or art show, I can’t tell):

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“Dork ass losers”

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That beautiful statue started from this:

Ms. Luo Lirong graduated from China Central Academy Of Fine Arts. She’s a very talented artist. More of her works:

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Beautiful. Extraordinary talent

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Follow her on Instagram luo_li_rong_art.

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one, I’ve never seen it with paint and it’s somehow even better. As are her other works.

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She’s back, and she’s beautiful.

I’ve never really existed. In the bigger scheme of things, you never existed either.

We’re all nothing more than mere projections of the collective consciousness. We are floating ideas, together in our lonesomeness.

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theartidote

“A secret to happiness is letting every situation be what it is instead of what you think it should be, and then making the best of it.” —Unknown #ThingsItTakesAWhileToUnderstand⁣ ⁣ artwork by @sseongryul https://www.instagram.com/p/B1qCPH_Iqnm/?igshid=9iiqoaap4qj0

It hurts

Waiting for a response, hurts

Being ignored, hurts

Not knowing why, hurts

Caring too much, hurts

Trying too hard, hurts

Not being enough, hurts

It all hurt

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Elizabeth Stonem 🥰👅

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La Fille Du Soleil

I’ve lived a lifetime in the dark, only finding comfort in the vastness of the night sky. I sang to the moon and told him stories. The moon would always gaze back at me silently. Night after night, the moon always listened gracefully but never said a word. One night, I looked up to the sky but I couldn’t find my graceful friend, I ran down the street calling out for the moon but he was nowhere to be found. I broke down and cried, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. I stayed up all night, wandering around, feeling lost and confused. I must have wandered for hours, as the dawn begin to crack. Once again, I panicked, I was so far from home and I never really liked the sun. The sun was always too harsh; I couldn’t find a place to hide. I felt hopeless and helpless, the eternal nemesis of the moon was about to devour my soul. As I gave in to the inevitability of my doom, the sun hugged me gently and told me “It will be okay. See, the moon is not my enemy; he’s my lover and best friend” I nodded blankly; I couldn’t understand how I’ve missed it. The signs were always there, I just didn’t want to see them. Then the sun went on “The moon, didn’t abandon you, he just felt your pain and lonesomeness. So he went away to send you a precious gift. He went on a journey to find my daughter, she always gets lost at night. He took her hand and guided her to the road where your paths meet. So be patient my sweet moon child, the daughter of the sun will find her way to you…”

theartidote

“Sometimes you don’t get closure. You just move on.” —Unknown⁣ ⁣ artwork by @girlsbuildingempires https://www.instagram.com/p/B0TDRLbItAN/?igshid=xzww5x2eo2dj