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Happiness Will Come To You.

12goblins

when tho

fuckthisbloganditscurses

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

wizardshark

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

wizardshark

I am the only survivor on this post REBLOG FOR HAPPINESS IN LATE MARCH AND TO SURVIVE THE MARCH OF TIME!!!!

femme-de-lettres

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Though the artist, Emil Doerstling, is of some note himself, he’s much less interesting than the subject of this, his 1890 painting Preußisches Liebesglück.

Only relatively recently recognized as Gustav Sabac el Cher and his wife Gertrude Perlig, the pair embrace warmly. Sabac el Cher, born in Berlin to a man who’d been kidnapped in Egypt by a Prussian prince, would go on to become an important and well-known military musician, as the Deutches Historisches Museum writes.

This beautiful painting of him with his wife seemed a fitting choice for the day—happy Saint Valentine’s, dear reader!

huffylemon

ok I take back what I’ve said about contemporary art. This is amazing.

villainous-queer-deactivated202

THIS is what art is about. I bitch about modern art a lot but the problem I have is that most of it (and I've worked in a museum and been an art student) is bullshitting. It is only sometimes you get shit like this, that is 0% bullshit and 100% raw screaming emotion that is demanding you LISTEN and FEEL and CONFRONT. This is art. This is what art is about. Are you mad? Are you horrified? Are you uncomfortable? GOOD.

chambergambit

sometimes a family can be you, your alien boyfriend, your human boyfriend, and his alien boyfriend, who is also boyfriends with your alien boyfriend.

#truth of the divine

renthebarbarian

Sometimes a family can be a queer Earth girl with daddy issues and the polyamorous non-binary robot alien fugitive that she accidentally married.

it would be pretty cool to have a direction in life also content or meaning, that would be pretty cool i joke about having accidentally sold my soul like in south park when someone didn’t read terms and conditions and repeatedly sold their soul accidentally, that would explain the mehh of it all. i miss being passionate about things, i miss being interested in things and being inspired. i don’t think i’m depressed, just languishing and directionless. it’s like i’ve been in hibernation for the whole of the rona and i’d very much like to get back into Being a Person and Having a Life. still very uncertain whether or not i should keep studying what i’m supposedly studying since i’m not sure at all that i find it meaningful or interesting enough to do as a job. as this is the 4th school i’m in since high school, there’s some feelings of desperation surrounding that. i feel that i’m quite literally wasting my youth. i’m 28 next month and that kind of makes me want to cry. i’m spending my days home alone accompanied by an assortment of streaming services and ordering in, i don’t have a lot of friends in the town i’m living in since a lot of them have moved away for schools or jobs. i think what i’m most fed up with is not having a chosen field and not knowing what i’ll “do when i grow up”. having more certainty around that would make me feel significantly better about my life. boo.

#diary

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i’m sick of dating apps i want to meet people the old fashioned way like by going to dinner with my family for my dad and godmother’s wedding with my sister and her shitty husband and our several interpersonal issues cause tense and deeply subtextual conversation and i cheekily tell my false audience that no one has asked me a question a 40 minutes but the catholic priest officiating their ceremony interrupts my internal monologue asks me what i do for a living giving me his full, undivided, sincere attention