#i love this so much
Loves shadow by frederick sandys. This has easily become one of my favorite paintings. #painting #flowers #woman #art
look at her tugging on that flower with her teeth
"The only thing I don’t like about Girl Scout cookies is how when you get to the end of the box, there is not a hidden compartment with more cookies. It’s just the end."
"adore" anatomical collage art by bedelgeuse
Aquarius: This week is for feeling your roots, for feeling your history, for remembering the things that hold you in place, that make you solid. This week is for feeling the full weight of the life you’ve lived so far, and the full wild range of futures that are available to you if you need them enough, if you do the work. This week, tell the stories about yourself that are truest, tell the stories about yourself that nourish you, tell the stories about yourself that can keep you safe and the ones that can let you move forward.
Photographer Qozop’s project, Spring-Autumn, has people in their 20s trade clothes with their grandparents.
The thing that strikes me most is how natural everyone looks post-swap. (If you showed me the images in reverse order I’d have no trouble thinking the outfits started the other way around.)
It’s a pretty decent sign the sartorial restrictions we put on ourselves (this outfit is “too young” for me, these clothes are too “conservative”) are a product of our own, somewhat arbitrary, perceptions.
Kind of a freeing thought, no?
You are art.
Here is a memory:
My grandmother bought books on tape for her grandchildren to listen to in bed when we spent the night at her house. The only ones she bought were Sideways Stories from Wayside School, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, and Where The Red Fern Grows.
The room I always stayed in was in a far corner of my grandparents’ large house, with a window that looked out over fields, a giant sleigh bed, and thick pink carpet. Every night I stayed in their house I would lay in that bed with the blanket pulled up to my ears and listen to those tapes, which were either completely horrifying or emotionally devastating. For some reason it never occurred to me that not listening was an option.
In that bedroom my grandmother also kept books about angel encounters, about people being saved by guardian angels, or being wrapped up in their loving embrace, feeling their presence. I read those books over and over. The stories were fantastic, and I wanted to believe them - angels were real, weren’t they? the Bible said so - but I couldn’t really buy the narratives; too saccharine, too fairy-story.
My grandmother believes my mother watches me like a guardian angel, and whenever she tells me that I don’t know what to say. My mother would have laughed at her. She believed in angels that were fearsome warriors with flaming swords.
Woman Has To Do The Same Shit Tomorrow →
#portrait of the artist at this exact moment in her life
Woman horrified and amazed to realize she has to do all the same shit tomorrow.
"The local woman closed her eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by the prospect of facing a task as simple as putting on a pair of shoes or feeding herself breakfast or listening to another human being just exist even one more goddamn time, much less the thought of doing it in and out, day after day, until she died.”