lothlenan:

Someone call a doctor, because doing this painting killed my hands. Good gravy. That foliage. HOWEVER. Finally, with some help and encouragement I managed to get through it. Special thanks to my fiance for their support and not letting me die in a deep, deep sea of despair  😀

Steven Universe ala “The Swing” in homage to one of my fave painters, 

Jean-Honoré Fragonard. 

shedoesnotcomprehend:

transgirlkyloren:

I plan to respond to all “is it a boy or a girl?” questions with “probably”

I get asked “are you a boy or a girl” from time to time (out of the blue; with no prior or follow-up conversation; and I don’t even look particularly androgynous) and am always tempted to answer with “no.”

Unfortunately, I am in fact female, and “yes” is funny too but not quite funny enough to justify being that snarky at people.

wonderweird:

splendidland:

no sport is as hedonistic as golf, a game designed around the existance of acres of nothing but grass that has to be meticulously regulated. the players get enjoyment knowing land is wasted for the sake of their Ball Putt Game. and they don’t just let anyone fuck the holes, either.

yes that is an insightful thought about how wasteful luxury pastimes of the rich can be and a wait you do what with the holes

vampireapologist:

vampireapologist:

idk if I’ve posted about this before but by far the strangest things that’s happened to me in retail was the time someone’s total came out to my birth-year and I said “hey! that’s the year I was born!” and then the next customer’s total came out to like $12.57 and just bc I’m a weirdo I said “hey! that’s the year I was born!” and without missing a fucking beat this like, 70+ year old man said

“Ah! Another like me! We’re few and far between these days, aren’t we?”

And I was like oh man this guy’s sense of humor really aligns with mine! And I laughed and made some other joke about being immortal and thought that was the end of it,

but this man.

He stood by the register for five more minutes. Maybe more. Which let me tell you is an EXCRUTIATING amount of time for something like this to happen.

And he just kept upping the ante!! He starting talking about some REALLY specific details regarding day-to-day life in the 1300s to the point I started getting worried that I’d misled a genuinely immortal being to believe I am also immortal.

He eventually politely left when I got too busy with other customers to awkwardly respond.

Who the fuck was that guy.

I think it’s also important to mention this happened at Cracker Barrel.

spiritofally:

Back in middle school, my friends and I used a very simple coded language for writing secret messages. I saw some posts about needing to hide one’s beliefs from partners/bosses/parents so I wanted to share it with you! These would also be great to incorporate into sigils since they are simple lines and dots.

breakintherain:

fromthewildwood:

madman-in-a-blue-box-at-221b:

themouseabides:

Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.

Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.

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I said many ignorant people nowadays thought ‘Frankenstein’ was the name of the monster, and not of the scientist who created him.
Mary Shelley said, ‘That’s not so ignorant after all. There are two monsters in my story, not one. And one of them, the scientist, is indeed named Frankenstein.’ 

(Kurt Vonnegut)

It makes you want to give Mary Shelley a high five. I’m glad she knew how brilliant she was all along.