I can’t remember the last thing you said to me,
but I think it was “I love you.”
I like it that way. I won’t say that I’ll never be satisfied with love,
but I’ve certainly never been happy.
I don’t want you to tell me you need me.
I am cleaning mud out from beneath my fingernails,
and I am happy now;
while my best friend fucks in the living room and everyone else
lives on hands and knees and bruised palms.
I am good at being alone.
In the morning, I carve beauty from bone.
I call my mom. I make it known
that I am happy here.
There was a time where I felt so empty,
I would have never imagined living
on full. I would never have imagined going months
without calling you. My ribcage, a birdcage,
both snapped in two. Splinters. There was a time
when I couldn’t imagine being here. A phone
full of friends to call. A rented room, a tall
stack of books, a cup of soup. There was a time
when I didn’t think I would live to see twenty.
Now I am living on heart and ideas,
and I still cringe every time I feel the place where you ended things
but it is getting better. There:
a letter I wrote you. An emptiness.
I uncurl my fist.
Mother, when I first moved here I never thought that I would be able
to open the door and let the rain in.
Mother, I’m doing it.
Listen: I’m happy now.
- call you names
- tell you weird and personal details about myself
- say “I NEED TO PEE” instead of just brb
- type in caps a lot.
If i’m extra comfortable with you I’ll do all that and:
- talk casually about porn and really perverted thoughts
- share funny photos from my tumblr dash
- actually tell you when i’m upset
- try to make conversation with you
- just generally act really silly when I’m in a good mood
- tell you jokes even if they’re bad
such a needed campaign. i wish they’d have included native americans as well, though, as cultural appropriation of them in costumes is just as awfully common.
It’s that time of year again when these go around. And I will keep reblogging them. And if I see the joke ones I am likely to rip them apart with prejudice.
I will reblog this every year and unfollow anyone who posts joke fandom spinoffs of this very serious and important commentary.
Just go here and sign up with your college email. You can install it on up to 5 PCs or Macs and on other mobile devices, including Windows tablets and iPads.
I PAYED UGH. REBLOGGING TO SAVE U GUYS SOME MORE GAS MONEY
um this is amazing! I’m using my old college email account and it works! ^_^
Apparently kylesimmonsstache gets really excited about art.
LET’S FUCKIN TALK ABOUT ART
OH WHOA THAT’S A SWEET ASS MOTHERFUCKING CLASSICAL PAINTING BUT THEN FUCKIN LOOK AT THE DETAIL
TTHHHIIISSSSS IISSSSS AAAAA PAAAIINNNTTTIIINNNGGGG?!!?!!?!!!?!?!!! WHAT TO HECK????
FUCKIN SWEET ASS DAFT PUNK COLORED PENCILS HELLA
LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME IT ISN’T FUCKIN RAD AS HELL
THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A MOVIE
OH SWEET LOOK AT THIS SCULPTURE RIGHT
JUST WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE HERE
THIS IS A DRAWING MADE TO LOOK LIKE A SCULPTURE I CAN’T FUCKING
LOOK MORE SWEET ASS COLORED PENCIL DRAWINGS
NOW I’M ABOUT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY BRO BERNINI OKAY JUST TRUST ME ON THIS
ALREADY GORGEOUS RIGHT
FUCKING LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT IT I’M FUCKING
HOW DOES MARBLE LOOK LIKE GOSSAMER FABRIC HOOOOOWWWW??!!!!?
Art. So amazing.
what is this magic?!
This magic is a Turkish technique called Ebru. It uses dyes, paints, or pigments to draw on water, the finished image is then transferred to paper or fabric by laying it over the image.
Also, watch more here. And credit the artist: Garip Ay
This is also how one makes those marbled endsheets for books!