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@renaissancesher
u know what will really ruin ur day? anything if ur sensitive enough
APOLOGETIC LIBS
A fun, easy-to-use format if you, a public figure, is dragged into an apology for a destructive history of sexual harassment or assault!
Hello. I want to address the stories told to [reputable New York-based print publication] by these [number] [type of person you sexually preyed on while taking advantage their trust in a professional environment]. I just want to say right now: these allegations are true. I am writing this letter to [verb that isn’t quite a synonym of “apologize”] to the [synonym for “beautiful”] women I’ve hurt in the past. I’m [adjective that’s not “sorry”] for taking out my [dick].
I came of age at a time when standards were different. It was [any time in human history that wasn’t like three weeks ago]. Almost anything was acceptable. It was okay to [verb you’d do on a farm] women. I saw my father once [verb you’d do in an Orange Julius] a woman with a [noun you’d shoplift from a Sharper Image] he found at [Lids hat store]. That was just the norm back then. You could basically do anything to a woman, especially if she was a [number less than or equal to six]. I mean, in the eyes of the law a woman less than a seven is a [type of house pet]. You’re allowed to take them to the vet. I heard that once. Again, I’m [word that’s not “sorry”] about my [dick].
I honestly don’t remember the allegations about my [dick]. I have a pretty bad memory. I don’t even remember what happened in [episode of acclaimed AMC or Amazon drama]. I used to have to read Wikipedia between episodes of [Halt and Catch Fire or Bosch] to remember what happened the week before. How could I forget [extremely detailed recap of season 2 episode 5 of Halt and Catch Fire “Extract and Defend,” which is the one where Cameron and Joe cross paths, sending Cameron into a tailspin and Gordon searches for connection as he absorbs difficult news]! So of course I wouldn’t remember corning a woman in the bathroom at our [place of work] and going to [verb] her [noun] and then taking out my [noun] and making her [verb] it while blocking the [door or window] so she couldn’t [verb] even if she wanted to. That just wouldn’t really make an impression.
Look, I’m not afraid to admit it. I am a cute little pervert, and so is my [dick]. I am sick, just like [friend or co-worker who is an actor on a streaming show or a member of the United States senate that you want to throw under the bus to take the heat off your apology] who is also definitely a predator, I have proof. I have harassed all kinds of women. [Nationality] women. [Other “nationality” which borders on racial slur] women. I made both [famous tennis playing sisters] watch me [way of cleansing one’s body with water while standing up]. I’ve always thought [female fast food mascot] was very attractive and I once ordered a venti [favorite flavor of Frappuccino] and put my [dick] in the cup so it would look like the Starbucks mermaid was sucking my [dick]. Look. How many times do I have to say it? I’m [not quite “sorry”].
In my defense, honestly, you can’t say these women weren’t a part of the problem. Of course they were asking for it, why else would they be named [female name that ends in “i”] or [literally any other female name]? They would walk all around you at parties wearing [type of clothes] clothes. Can you believe it? [Type of clothes] clothes! You could clearly see their [non-sexual body parts]. Come on. How was I supposed to resist? If a woman really didn’t want the attention, why would she be wearing her [body part]? She[any amount of the letter “e”]esh!
This story has encouraged me to address other aspects of my life. I will go to rehab for being an a[dick]t. What I’ve learned from this ordeal is that I am an extremely influential [profession] who is admired by [number between three million and all] people and could’ve been [a more academic profession] if I had wanted to, everyone in my family thought so, I just didn’t want to go to that many years of grad school. Also, in other news, I now choose to live as a [gay or religious] man. Please give me and my [gay or religious] [dick] our privacy.
Again, I would just to end by [gerund that is not “apologizing”] one more time. Please [Christian noun] for me as I go on this journey of recovery. And hey, cut me some slack: at least I’m not [Woody Allen].
Sincerely,
[Your name] and [your name]’s dick
“All these young girls getting themselves pregnant”
Wow, self impregnating teenage girls, these men should be afraid, we as woman are evolving at alarming rates.
OMG THISSS
I am sCREaMING
this is the absolute sweetest thing I’ve seen in my entire life. i wish nothing but the absolute best for this dude for the rest of his life, he deserves it more than any of us
Omg this is.. this is so pure
#1324 - Bank statement = meal diary
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Fiona practices swimming. [video]
It's done by an algorithm, so you know it's good.
The project, which He calls The Best Art, uses a computer to generate art ideas which He will interpret and then execute.
Her favorite piece of computer-directed art so far was “Make everyone feel lonely,” which she interpreted as a slideshow of stock images of families set to different computer voices saying, “You are alone. You are alone.”
Watch a human give form to a robot’s dream. Follow @the-best-art.
OMG THE VIDEO
I walk this lonely road. in my bag, i have a giant toad
They can hear it croak, they just think it’s me but it’s my toad.
I got catcalled while I was walking the other day and I couldn’t think of anything clever to say so I just made the most hideous shrieking noise I possibly could.
I heard the guys in the car go “the fuck?”
#no this is good let’s do this
Guy: “Ay yo baby, nice tits!” Girl:
Friendship on three!
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Corrections
SO I ended up perusing my past tumblr posts and came across one titled “Never”. It was a list of things I never had done or never wanted etc. Feels about time to correct/edit some of those.
I’ve never been on my own. I’ve never been to a concert. I’ve never had a great, well paying job. (*not the job of my dreams, or even one for the rest of my life but it is the two things listed above) I’ve never had a real female best friend. I’ve never driven long distances by myself. I’ve never done something that scares me until last night. I’ve never wanted to disappoint my parents, especially my Dad. (This statement implies I have but now I realise I haven’t and probably never will, so long as I never kill or seriously hurt somebody. Though I may have my doubts they are my own, not my parents.) I’ve never done something financial with out my parents assistance. I’ve never understood our or any society’s value on money and further, gold. I’ve never given up on believing there is good in everyone. I’ve never wanted to settle for less. I’ve never really been afraid of death. I’ve never felt like I belong. I’ve never been so honest on a blog. I’ve never been to Canada, England, Scotland, Ireland, New Zealand, France, Spain, Taiwan, Fiji, China, Japan, Brazil, Mexico, or Hawaii. So I deleted a couple that are no longer relevant. Some of these are actually good and some are not good nor bad but just are. I’m pretty satisfied with how far I’ve come. Still hoping for a FBF and to accomplish more of my life’s goal of travel.
February fourteenth.
A day that is, in almost every country, being celebrated. Whether it be with love, hate, or somewhere in-between, this holiday is being focused upon in either a positive or negative manner. It may be redundant to even post something concerning this such day, but I feel like making my own contribution.
In this age, to many, Valentine’s day is a commercialized holiday. It’s “true” intention is to make individuals feel one of the following:
A miserable reminder that they are single.
A happy, loving holiday to celebrate what two people share.
That it is pointless reason to celebrate love, because love is something that should be celebrated and felt everyday they are with their significant other.
And there are some that just couldn’t care less.
I don’t believe it should be seen like this. Why?
Throughout the history (though a vague one) of this holiday there is at least one common truth to be held to this day. February is a month of love. And though it has been since the time of ancient Rome exclusively for those who are coupled (or at a point of the Roman Empire against coupling), I believe that it should hold a deeper reminder.
A reminder that love, for mankind and even many mammals, is something that can’t simply be put into words, phrases or fancy, over-used adjectives.
Love can be taken logically, taken apart scientifically, and put into black and white print that eliminates any emotional connection or romanticism involved till you are left with nothing but an explanation for its occurrence, but on this day I do not think that is what should be done.
I believe, it should be felt, experienced, and given. And it does not have to be between two people.
You can share it with your family, your friends, and even people who you may not even really know. Love doesn’t just come in a romantic form, there are different kinds, and everyone has the capacity for it. Sometimes you may have to look a little harder, and a little deeper, but its there. And maybe, if we all loved each other a little more, things would be different.
I’m not asking for World Peace here. I’m not expecting all war, death, and destruction to stop at any point. For as much as we all have the ability to love, we also have the ability to destroy.
My Point is this:
Celebrate today. The true meaning behind this day may be lost, may be for most forgotten, but let’s not let the corporations rule this day, nor negative feelings. Revel in the concept of love, the power of it, and the true, heartfelt emotion of what it brings. Because its part of what makes us human.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Check Out More Information Concerning the History of Saint Valentine’s Day here:
http://www.history.com/topics/valentines-day http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine’s_Day
God this is from so long ago but I’ll be damned if I still agree wholeheartedly (*cue the pun drums*) with every word. Love ya’ll <3