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Damn Ninjas

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Animal hugs

womansart

Yana Movchan’s “We Are What We Surround Ourselves”

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pettygraham

Oh yeah this is freaky cooooool!

bimono

I’m so tired of y'all posting people’s art with no credits. Her name is Dain Yoon and she is an amazing artist who deserves credit. Post with credit or don’t post at all.

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humansofnewyork

“I heard the rumor from a random girl in school. She told me that my boyfriend had gotten another girl pregnant. He’d cheated on me before, so I assumed it was true. But for awhile he denied everything. Then he shifted to blaming the girl. Her name was Stacie. And as the story often goes, I turned all my hatred and hurt toward her. We literally never spoke. And my boyfriend would talk her down every chance he got. I’d occasionally see her when she dropped the baby off at the house. I’d feel such hatred every time the doorbell would ring. She was always so well put-together. There was this unapproachable air about her. Like she was better than everyone else. Worst of all, she had this connection with my boyfriend that I didn’t have. The connection of a child. And that was thrown in my face every time she came to the door. My jealousy created a monster inside of me. I withdrew from everyone. Then one year later I got pregnant myself. I didn’t feel any excitement. Instead there was a moment of clarity. I couldn’t raise a child with this man. He was a pathological liar. For weeks I went back-and-forth. Do I get an abortion? Do I give the child up for adoption? Then one day I made the decision to become a single mother. I remember being so scared. And the first person I thought of was Stacie. It was like: ‘My God, I’ve vilified this woman for so long. And now I’m her. And she is me.’ I picked up my phone and sent her a text. I apologized for everything. And I asked for her support. That was eleven years ago. But we still love to joke about how our horrible taste in men when we were young brought us together. Stacie is my best friend in the world. She’s my person. Our daughters know each other as sisters. At times she’s been my roommate, my biggest confidant, and my maid of honor. Sometimes I think back to those early days, watching her walk up the driveway. I think about all the hatred I would feel. And now it’s her hugs that I need when I’m feeling upset. There have been some bad episodes in my life. But every time I’m down, she shows up. The doorbell will ring on a random Tuesday. At 4 PM. And when I open up the door, there she is. And she’ll give me the biggest hug.”

So like, how do u masturbate after a breakup...

I'm dead serious like I still need to get off to relieve stress daily but it's not very relieving when the only way I can cum is by thinking about my ex 😔 lmao help

willinq

Sometimes things in context… are better

devinellekurtz

The story arcs of Avatar: The Last Airbender pt I Original Art by Devin Elle Kurtz (me) Twitter | Instagram

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desultory-suggestions

How to make life less excruciatingly "meh"???

This is a great question, love!

Deep clean your room - I mean stripping the bed, sheets, comforter, pillows! Wash it all. Go through clothes, fold them like Marie Kondo says! Old trinkets and clutter that you don’t need, be harsh and get rid of what’s unnecessary, make room for new adventures. Sweeping and mopping the floors. Dusting surfaces. Move the furniture until it feels right, rearrange the shelves.

Delete old contacts - Do you really talk to all the contacts on your phone? Are they serving you well? Get rid of old ones, strangers, things that clutter. Likewise, think deeply about real-life relationships. Do they still serve you? If not all you have to do is walk away.

Go through your music library - Play all your songs and if you skip a song or seem bored of it delete it without hesitation. What if you miss it? You won’t notice it’s gone, and eventually, you may rediscover your love for it! Make playlists for moods, adventures, stories! Romanticize life!

Go through clothes - Dump everything on the floor, sort, fold, clean. What’s ripped and needs to be mended? What’s beyond repair? What do you love, what do you hate? Do you really wear it? If not bag it up and donate it to goodwill. This seriously helped me so much. Now everything in your wardrobe serves a purpose. Also, explore new styles, colors, everything! Have fun with it!

Journal/Do a brain dump - Write about everything. Write until there’s no more to say. Clear your head, let go of things you can’t solve. Read through it a week or two later, what do you notice? Were you stressed about a specific type of thing? Was there a way you phrased things? A common thread?

Don’t run away from your problems - A big stressor we often push to the back is work, school, or responsibility. If you’re stuck in a procrastination loop make a list of every unfinished task you can think of and do a speed run. Green = What can you do now? Yellow = What can you do soon/with help? Red = What do you need to wait on/handoff to someone else.

Freshen up your nutrition - I do not mean diet. Screw that, learn how to cook foods that are good for you, check to see what vitamins you need and find vegetables/fruits with them. Are you tired a lot? Iron. Nails weak? Calcium. Unusually melancholy? Vitamin D. Don’t settle for discomfort. Learn what foods you love! Explore!

Reassess your goals/habits - This part can suck. Sometimes we have goals w hold onto we just can’t let go of. But is that what you still want or are you telling yourself you should want it? Make new goals, start small, work up to big ones.

Explore! - Wherever you live I guarantee there is something really neat nearby if you look closer! Go to museums, galleries, parks, forests, restaurants, cafes. Learn about everything. Explore intellectually, listen to TED talks, classical music and literature, join a book club. Explore creatively, find what makes you burn with passion and excitement. Learn a new skill by investing an hour a day

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trulyvincent

Damian Elwes is one of the most talented artists of the past 75-years. Here are some selections from his collection of works of other artists’ studios and homes:

Claude Monet  Peter Doig  Alexander Calder  Keith Haring  Cy Twombly  Gustav Klimt  Georgia O’Keeffe  Alberto Giacometti  Jean Michel Basquiat  Yayoi Kusama

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fred-erick-frankenstein

Posts like this are the reason why I can’t tell anyone IRL that I’m on Tumblr….. How do you explain that to people??

supersonicart

Kseniia Boko’s “Visions” at Haven Gallery.

Currently virtually on view at Haven Gallery in Northport, New York is artist Kseniia Boko’s solo exhibition, “Visions.”

“Visions” consists of 6 new oil paintings that embody her love of everything magical and mysterious. Boko’s lush and enchanting oil work provides the opportunity to delve into the world of dreams and imagination, which is divinely illustrated through her use of the female form and natural world.

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humansofnewyork

“It was my friend’s birthday, and everyone else was twenty-one except for me. So we went to a bar that wouldn’t check ID. It was called ‘The Clif Tavern,’ and it was a total dive. The cash register was from 1948. The owner was an old, weathered guy named Skip. He seemed very excited to have customers. He told us stories all night long. He talked about meditation, and racing cars, and being a black belt. I remember he was really proud that his brother’s dog had been in a movie with Cameron Diaz. By the time we left, all of us were in love with the place. We started coming back every weekend. And I was hanging around so much that Skip offered me a job as a bartender. He didn’t teach me much. He knew very little about business. He kept all his documents in an empty Budweiser box. But he was the spirit of the place. He gave great hugs. He called everyone his ‘kids.’ And he was a total hippie. Whenever he posted on social media, he’d sign it ‘Peace and Love.’ We worked together for ten years. Skip was with me when I met my husband. He witnessed our first kiss. He became like a father figure to me. And his bar became a huge part of my life as well. Skip used to always say that the bar was ‘killing him,’ and he kept threatening to move to Costa Rica. But he could never stay away for long. There were maybe six days in ten years that he didn’t come to the bar. So when he didn’t show up one evening, everyone knew that something was wrong. The police went to his apartment and found him unresponsive. He’d died of a heart attack. None of us knew what to do. I gave the eulogy at his funeral, and then left to go open the bar. All of us assumed it was the end of everything. But one month after the funeral, I got a call from Skip’s brother. He said he couldn’t sell Skip’s legacy to a stranger, so he offered the bar to me and my husband. Over the past few months we’ve renovated everything. We have a new tap system now. We’ve added a modern register. We’ve made a lot of changes, because we know that it needs to be an actual business if it’s going to survive. But we’ve also covered an entire wall with Skip’s photos and notes. Because we always want the place to feel like Skip.”

psychacademic

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Sylvia Plath

#oh my god #finally someone put into words #exactly how ive been feeling #ty sylvia

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metallic-effects

I keep doing this w someone. I need to stop.

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