resolution: do not look at politics until tuesday night, do not think about politics aside from voting
looking at minute by minute updates will not improve my life
okay so seriously
as a kid, I knew:
Frog and Toad are “friends”, and so are Bert and Ernie. Jury’s out on Timon and Pumbaa, but they did raise a kid together…
The teacher who I want to grow up and marry lives with her “best friend since college”, they “just kept being roommates” and raised a tortoise from the size of a biscuit to about the size of a toaster oven together, and went on vacation to Hawaii and had someone take a picture of the two of them with their arms around each other’s shoulders.
It was a long shot, they looked tiny against the lava field; but I could tell she was waving with her free hand, and that she looked happy, that they both did. It looked like a picture of my mom with my dad, before they got married, before pictures like that didn’t happen anymore.
Sex never came into any of this.
Didn’t come into the fairytales I was told, either, not until I was old enough for Angela Carter.
It’s not about sex. It’s about seeing love and knowing what it is when you do.
anyway jeff bezos could eradicate homelessness. he could literally give each homeless person 100k and it would only take less than .5% of his entire wealth. what the actual god giving fuck
Why do you think they deserve it
Well shelter is a basic need, and would at the very least allow them a place where they can get back on their feet. Food water and shelter are necessary for a healthy body and psychology. There’s also the fact that they’re people too, and a little help goes a long way in making a decent community. There’s plenty of reasons
Yeah they need stuff, but why does every homeless person deserve 0.5% of someone’s income
You have five hundred apples, and just one day to eat them all.
You pass by a small crowd of hungry children, and decide you’d rather 455 apples go rotten than give them to some snotty brat who isn’t your problem.
It doesn’t matter how hard you’ve worked for your 500 apples, or that you aren’t the parent of any of those kids. in the moment you decide to walk away, it doesn’t matter why they’re hungry, or who owes who what.
You had the opportunity to help people, you had the ability to help people, you had the resources to help people. You had everything you needed to make a small, tiny little difference in someone’s life, and you decided not to.
What are you going to buy in your lifetime that’s worth more to you than your own humanity?
What are you going to buy in your lifetime that’s worth more to you than your own humanity
Reblogging for the very, very important lesson
Sometimes I wish there were a Hell if only for the visuals of a bunch of rich shit heads wandering around on fire asking “Where’s my money?!”
aging person illustration assignment. i wish it wasnt over spring break bc i didnt have much opportunity to actually sit & work so its kinda rushed & sloppy
note: the circles arent arranged like this on the paper so its not actually all pink on one side
Friendly reminder to not punish yourself for creating.
Can you elaborate on what you mean by this?
I have a tendency to beat myself up whenever something I make doesn’t meet my expectations (which is always). The result is that finishing something = bad feelings: I am effectively punishing myself for having created something. The natural reaction to this punishment is an aversion to creation, meaning that my perfectionism is harming me, not only by causing me to despise what I do make and by impeding the creative process, but by attacking even my desire to create.
imagine hearing “hall of the mountian king” for the first time in 1875. the sheer chaos imagine being some norwegian aristocrat and sitting down for a nice day at the symphony and getting your entire wig and life snatched right before your very eyes
screaming into the void since '89 