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KIROKAZE
One Nice Bug Per Day
$LAYYYTER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
The Bowery Presents

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club

pixel skylines
YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost
Cosimo Galluzzi

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THE CRAWLERRRRR
'Bats with Umbrella and Fan', Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, c.1880s.
Dawn and Dusk / illustrations by Alphonse Mucha, 1899.
invariably when i read or watch something and my thought is "i expected this to push the envelope a lot more, this touted itself as being weird but it could have gone further. it also over-explained an already obvious metaphor which comes across as self-conscious and mistrusting of your audience," i'll look at the reviews and half of them will be like "this was so weird im scared WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!!!!!! i didn't know things like this were out there... i don't know who to talk about this with. this shouldn't be allowed to happen"
On one hand, I feel the crass glorification of vigilante violence in online spaces is deeply troubling, because those celebrating the loudest tend to be people who are merely using a cause or ideology as a mask for what's really a deeply-rooted desire to inflict pain without consequences. On the other hand, I would be lying if I didn't admit the fatal shooting of a guy who said annual gun deaths were "worth it" to protect the Second Amendment wasn't at least a little bit funny.
Last week I went out to a lake in Appalachia and I made a zine about changing, about moving forward, about the most frightening and meaningful dream I've ever had.
Illustrations for Yasunari Kawabata's The Sound of Waves | Shiosai | 潮騒, by Lâm Tùng Nguyễn.
Old mosaics that still feel kinda relevant to locals 🐟 Ever since @_leevolt_ came up with this amazing mosaic brush I wanted to use it for a ridiculously big fresco kind of illu
cats are really useful for when you need a small animal to sit 10-15 feet away from you and stare at you with unceasing neutrality
peonies
stares at your boobs kind of obviously but in a polite feminist way
okay now that we’ve a had couple lesbian blockbusters and milfs are having a romance moment, we need to bring back the manic pixie dream girl. she was never fuckin suited to fixing all the problems of some boring twenty year old everyman, but you know who could actually benefit from a quirky free-spirited blue haired girl with pronouns (she/they)? a newly divorced forty-something mom who’s trying to learn how to be herself for the first time in her life
Wooden Sheds (1889) by Vincent van Gogh
Vijay Sarathy aka Canvasoul (Indian, b. 1995, Chennai, India, based in the Himalayas) - Photography
“What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; one day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sound of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants brass fronted impudence; your shout of liberty and equality, hallow mockery; your prayers and hyms [sic], your sermons and thanks-givings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy – a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States, at this very hour.”
— Frederick Douglass (1818-1895), from a speech given at Rochester, New York, July 5, 1852.
Bound Man by John Singer Sargent, c. 1917-21