27. Astrophysicist, writer, artist. Michigan. Business inquiries: kaijunobiz@gmail.com
Anonymous asked:
having a mom for a nurse is the eternal experience of her holding ur hand and then pointing at ur vein and going "I could get a good iv out of that"
For me it’s my mom just having every drug imaginable because she loses them in her pockets
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#on the other handAnonymous asked:
Yeah it’s the same thing as Effexor, I know the drill by now
Too tired to draw but I still need everyone to be aware of this bizarre interaction I had at work this morning
Worth mentioning is that I'm in Iceland and the store I work at only accepts icelandic króna so like even euros wouldn't have worked in this case
On the one hand I refuse to defend Americans and this behavior is kind of embarrassing but on the other hand dumbasses enraging Europeans by not caring even a little bit about their funny little currencies is absolutely hilarious so I’m conflicted here
I think I've decided it's time to topple the dollar as a world standard
I propose we switch to Chilean Peso
I think we should go back to harvesting seashells
I can't do this anymore I am seriously at my limit here
Idk I'm in full support of forcing the English to accept my green construction paper
Could you do me a quick favour and point out where England is on this map?
Anyone on this thread smoke weed
i think anne magills paintings and Edward hoppers are like .. exact opposites. hoppers has the distinct clarity to it, a sharpness in the lines and the angles that contributes to an overwhelming sense of loneliness in almost every one of his paintings. even in his paintings that dont portray isolation there is a feeling of separation
loneliness vs. aloneness
magill, on the other hand, has this haziness to her paintings that emanates a warmth even when the subjects in her paintings are alone.
both paintings feel so comforting, and even in the second one where the girl is alone she is still in the presence of the visceral world around her - there’s a familiarity in magills painting that she captures nicely.
i guess i just think it’s interesting because hopper and magill are two of my favorite artists and they paint similar scenes with very different tones -
I’ve always thought that hoppers paintings are a snapshot of urban loneliness - the distinctness of it, the use of cool colors, the stark contrast between the people and their settings - whereas magills paintings seem almost like memories - their use of haziness and blurriness is exactly how someone wild remember something, indistinct, full of feeling and lacking detail
im incredibly conflicted by the phrase ‘the question is not who will let me but who will stop me’ because on one hand its so fucking raw and powerful but on the other hand it’s derived from ayn rand but on yet another hand the first and primary time ive ever seen it was on a picture of a lawnmower flying through the sky which is the perfect level of absurd and nonsensical that would piss ayn rand off
reblog to piss off ayn rands ghost
I have a fluffy cat and a chunky cat that are about the same size but only the fluffy cat is a loaf. She’s not that heavy but she’s soft and fluffy like a loaf. My chunky boy, on the other hand, is a dense lump of cat. He is a bean burrito and not a loaf
i love leggings bc they make me feel like im ready to kick anyones ass tbh
like idk how to explain it. like jeans for example aren’t prime asskicking clothing but leggings on the other hand
yknow maybe its bc of 6 yrs of karate that i just automatically categorize clothes as clothes u can kick ass in and clothes u cannot
My step dad, who has been upper middle class his whole life, and has no concept of poverty, is like “ah. I see you are making a whopping ten (10) dollars an hour. You are completely self sustainable now. Here are all of the bills for you to pay, which you should be able to pay, because you have a job”. While my mother on the other hand, who (like myself) has spent most of her life in poverty (and also has a soul) has to literally sneak me money so I can afford to eat while if my step dad found out would be extremely pissed because “ah yes. Ten dollars an hour. Sustainable living.”
