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Sketchbook Pages, 2017 Ink on paper
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
Vincent Van Gogh (via wordsnquotes)
why would u eat healthy?????? to live longer ????..??? .all im hearing are two negatives.
Nikita Gill
I’m tired of reading about the achievements of better men.
Marilyn Monroe’s 5-drawer travel makeup case, filled with cosmetics—some of which were still in their original boxes—was auctioned off at Christies in 1999 for $266,500. The case included lipsticks, eyeliner, nail polish, paper fans and a small collection of matchbooks from restaurants like long-running NYC theater district hotspot Sardi’s. (via)
Mariah Carey bending water
You don’t realize how lonely you are until it’s the end of the day and you have a bunch of things to talk about, but no one to tell them to.
Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
women are so considerate like they’ll put all the stuff you could ever need in their bags just in case and then they carry all that weight around and they’ll give band aid’s and ibuprofen and setting powder to any stranger in need, meanwhile men just put their ugly wallets in their back pocket and that’s it
a modern masterpiece:
SLAM POETRY. YELLING! ANGRY. W A V ING MY HANDS A LOT! SPECIFIC POINT OF VIEW ON THINGS. CYNTHIA. SIN-THEE-UH. JESUS DIED FOR OUR SIN-THEE-UHS. jesus cried.,..runaway bride. JULIA ROBERTS! JULIA ROB….HURTS. SIN-THEE-UH mmmmmmmmmmmmm sin-thee-uh. you’re dead. you. are. dead. BA BOO BEE BOO BA BOO BA. YOU’RE DEAD. that’s for cynthia, she’s dead.
my perfect crime? I memorize the entirety of the macy’s store inventory. I then go on aliexpress.com and find exact replicas of every single purse in the store. I break in at 3am, and replace every purse with a cheaper version of the purse. I take my real purses home and open up an online store on the darknet featuring fake purses. I then sell these real purses as fake purses, making it so that when the feds catch on to my antics, they spend countless years trying to figure out who can replicate purses this well, and who is selling them. Soon an entire division of the FBI is dedicated to finding me and figuring out how my “fake” purses appear to be real. 45 years later they finally trace my ip address and break into my villa in texas and shoot me right in the leg when i attempt to flee. While this would normally not be a fatal wound, due to my constant devotion to my online fake real purse storefront i have suffered an iron deficiency for 35 years. My blood can’t clot and I start to bleed out. Turns out the woman who shot me was a girl who i made out with once in college, and she holds my dying body in her arms and asks me how my fake purses were so real. I spend the last moments of my fleeting life telling her about how every five years i break into a different Macy’s and replace all the purses, and that the purses I have been selling online for a severely discounted price were actually all real, and I have been doing this purely for the gag of it all. When my former college girlfriend gets home from work after rightfully murdering me for my crimes, she goes into her walk in closet, looks at the 13 gucci purses she owns, and realizes that they’re all fakes.
this passed the bechdel test
millennial dreams: to have enough money for a 1 bedroom apartment, bills, and groceries.
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T. S. Eliot (via wordsnquotes)
its crazy that leonardo da vinci could paint and invent all that stuff and still find time to be a crime fighting turtle
and he was amazing in Titanic
a real renaissance man.
i understand why van gogh cut off his ear and shot himself in the middle of an open field like i get it now