Turn the Skye

I'm into some things... Then some other things. Sometimes I draw, and sometimes I cook.

[cat-the-comet]

devastating: artist who has not practiced fundamentals enough to execute high concept idea eats shit

[ravenclaw-timelord]

Taylor Tomlinson: Prodigal Daughter (2026)

[bigbigtruck]

this accuracy of this bit fucking bodied me as someone who is/has been both.

[bignaz8]

Bumblebutt

[mcsryaoihell]

my bonnies

[tothechaos]

me trying to convince myself that the whole spectrum of human emotions is a good and necessary thing to feel even if its not comfortable while im actively experiencing emotions that make me feel like my bones are being dissolved in acid

[computationalcalculator]

[theehorsepusssy]

[ultramaddie]

when it happens, there will be a crab rave like no other

[ultramaddie]

every day i ask the crabs “is now the time?”

and every day the crabs sadly reply with a negative

[edgebug]

[fangs-4-fags]

grinding our bulges together but mine has a higher rating on the mohs hardness scale so when we pull back yours has been ground to nothing

[bucketofcrows]

come on man i was using that

[fangs-4-fags]

sorryyyyyy

[charlesoberonn]

[muddingseason]

[milksockets]

'thorn necklace' by ted muehling, 1987 in one of a kind: american art jewelry today - susan grant lewin (1994)

[doctorspaceman]

John Cena in an "I Quit" match at Breaking Point 2009 | The Martyrdom of St. Sebastian, Guido Reni, 1616

[songsomi]

[evilsanlang]

day barely even started and I already had to hear "thank you for being our wives, sisters, aunts" and "keep being women and giving birth and being delicate unlike us men" as compliments for international women's day

[evilsanlang]

here's to women being transgender childless dykes forever and ever and ever

[random-brushstrokes]

Jules-Abel Faivre - Sappho (n.d.)

[toskarin]

come on man, just one more geas, it's not like you'll be caught in a tangled web of conflicting vows that inescapably seals you into your death, just one more geas, to wet the beak

[limerencs]

they should invent a sunday that doesn’t make you feel completely crushed by the passage of time

[ismenes]

When my son was about to turn two, strangers would offer condolences. There’s a collective cultural dread of toddlers, who get described more like animals than people. Kids in their "terrible twos," I was warned, are illogical, unregulated, and feral. "Good luck," people would say. "He'll grow out of it."

I'm lucky: My son is a very easygoing kid. But I remember the first tantrum he threw for me. He was standing by our front door and asked to go outside. So I opened the door and grabbed his shoes. But as soon as he stepped onto the porch, he pointed back into the house.

"Inside," he said.

"Okay," I said. I picked him up and brought him inside.

But as soon as I shut the front door, he pointed outside.

"Outside!" he said.

You know where this is going. We went back and forth, inside and outside, again and again. He got more frustrated. And I got more frustrated. Eventually he wound up straddling the threshold of our house, sobbing. When I tried to comfort him, he screamed at me. "You go wherever you want!" I said. He just got madder. I felt trapped, convinced he’d concocted the whole episode as a pretext to unleash his rage at me. It was ridiculous. I consoled myself with the thought that he was just being a toddler.

But later I kept thinking about him wailing at our front door, one foot inside, one foot outside. His misery wasn't unreasonable, or trivial, or silly. My son was experiencing the agony of wanting two things that were impossible to have at the same time. What a fundamentally human sorrow! My son wasn't being a toddler; he was being a person. Adults may not walk around howling, but that same pain rages within us. In that moment, as a father, I was powerless to solve my son's problem. I told him he could go wherever he wanted, but of course I was wrong. To be where he wanted was impossible.

Make Believe: On Telling Stories to Children by Mac Barnett