my blood sugar is low and i’ve had a lot of coffee so i am hallucinating / everything is multidimensional helllllllllllppppppp

lfratino:

What Color is Night Time oil on canvas 2014

lfratino:

What Color is Night Time
oil on canvas
2014

nevver:

The Land of Miracles, René Magritte

nevver:

The Land of Miracles, René Magritte

my writing process involves many sips of coffee, several snacks, cuticle-biting, scalp-scratching, frantic glances around the coffee shop. sometimes i write.

(Source: sciencepainted)

It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.

These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored.

a found google translation poem
"i want to be a water"

a found google translation poem

"i want to be a water"

good thing i broke up with my boyfriend; now i have so much time to read all of the anne carson books i just ordered

even microsoft outlook knows

even microsoft outlook knows

Richard Brautigan

Richard Brautigan

i am actually very obsessed with this picture of david hockney painting his pool. it is my cover photo on facebook and i want to make it my cover photo again on facebook, and i also want to print it out and hang it on my wall (bedroom, cubicle, and studio), and if i had a 3 ring binder i would print it out again to slip it into the plastic sleeve where you can slip papers (you know), and it makes me want to make like 15 different paintings of my own all at once, and i think my favorite painting from color abstraction last semester was partly subconsciously inspired by this photo. what else can i say? sometimes in a panic i think, “wait, is david hockney dead?” and then i consult google and find, relieved, that he is still alive. there is a drawing of his up at the BMA right now and it’s a really good one.

i am actually very obsessed with this picture of david hockney painting his pool. it is my cover photo on facebook and i want to make it my cover photo again on facebook, and i also want to print it out and hang it on my wall (bedroom, cubicle, and studio), and if i had a 3 ring binder i would print it out again to slip it into the plastic sleeve where you can slip papers (you know), and it makes me want to make like 15 different paintings of my own all at once, and i think my favorite painting from color abstraction last semester was partly subconsciously inspired by this photo. what else can i say? sometimes in a panic i think, “wait, is david hockney dead?” and then i consult google and find, relieved, that he is still alive. there is a drawing of his up at the BMA right now and it’s a really good one.

  • men: women who wear makeup are just lying to us
  • men: it's 8 inches

probably wrong, too many things

Freddy Gallery, Located In Baltimore, MD — By Colin Alexander

flashlighto:

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Since FREDDY Gallery’s theatrical unveiling in June, I’ve been grappling back and forth with my feelings on its approach to the space previously occupied by sophiajacob gallery. I want to open up some sort of forum on the role of this gallery in Baltimore’s arts scene while I am malleable on the subject. My strong feelings stem mostly from the initial exposition press release, in which the gallery’s management defined the curatorial team as an anonymous body that play acted behind the character Freddy (named from the Nightmare on Elm Street film series’ serial dream killer, Freddy Krueger).

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