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I,,,I jus wamnna be a cat,,,, with a primordial pouch..,,,, a cat to roam around freely or a cat to be fed and kissed and lovesed.,,,,., either way I’m be cat wiht primordial pouch,,,sigh
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I couldn’t fit the whole comic! There’s more, forgive me.
Made as my final project when I was at CCS (Center for Cartoon Studies).
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MEN!!!!! *in an arts student way*
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*gestures to everything* Innit just plain schewpid-
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If my parents aren’t strict and don’t ground me I am wild and free and my grades suffer, and if they do get strict and ground me my grades get better but I internalize it and perpetuate more self - hate God please tell me what to do
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❝What I will say about ‘Punisher’ is what I could say about any of Phoebe’s music: that it will be honest with you when you really wish it hadn’t.
Think of it like this, it’s the moment that a dog drops a dead bird off on the porch. The owner, repulsed and feeling an uncomfortable, pitiful flattery; the smiling mouthful of feather and the simple animal wearing it proudly; and not least of all the whole gesture’s victim of collateral damage: the bird minding its own oblivious, avian business. It is gruesome, touching, and most importantly accurate. It calls for the kind of mourning we humans do sometimes when we realize what our lives can bring us is more savage than we could have imagined, and somehow less malicious. This record creates the space to unfold the dissonance of just this kind of moment. It is a painful and exhausting and healing and powerful thing to be able to hold all this together - the ugliness of an attempted kindness misled, disappointment dulled by clumsy grace and reluctant forgiveness, a swell of some warped cousin to joy that comes on like an ambush in the middle of the whole ordeal.
When I listen to Phoebe’s music I have the feeling of sifting through grains of memory to pull them out to hold them up to the light, turn them over and really look. It is an excavation in its truest sense, exhuming ghosts and primitive tools of the past to examine again and hopefully learn something. Here you don’t really get a dissertation, you get a box of slides and a projector to make sense of on your own time. Here are the images: the sterility of a bleached-bone-colored strip mall, the pedestrian boredom at a temple-turned-tourist-attraction encircled by a groaning city, a flatbed truck covered in roses, a house on fire. These songs are entries into an anthology of solutionless, ongoing experiments, a document of gleaning in progress, a picture of a woman inhabiting the no man’s land that exists at the border of what we understand about ourselves and what we don’t yet. No manual, but a crude map with pictogram landmarks. All the heartache around which is no shortcut, all the relief which inevitably follows; a scream howling into chaos followed by a whisper bursting into quiet laughter.❞
– Julien Baker (x)
📷 // Olaf Grind (2020) / Bella Peterson (2018)
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she’s literally only fifty feet away they can still hear her
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One day I’ll lord over everything I own but for now I’ll cry because I can’t do my homework and dream on the internet
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Alfons Walde
Dancer, ca. 1919
Gouache and chalk on paper
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Academics of Tumblr! I want to read more poetry, and I’d like to ask you all if I should get a copy of the Prufrock and what books or collections of Frank O’Hara and Sylvia Plath you would recommend
#poetry#poetry recs#reading recs#books#academia#dark academia#hello please recommend me some books#I need to read solid books again#Also the only book of poetry I have is Rupi Kaur and that was for school reading list#Prufrock#yes or no#Frank O'Hara#Sylvia Plath#reading
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I just,,, hgnhgnd,,,, want,,, plant head topper,,,gnhfn,,,,mini me son,,,,.,., colour codingk,,,,.,lies,,,,,murd3r,,,,, outerspace,,,, cartoon violence,, , please
MY SHIT SO SCUFFED I CAN’T PLAY AMONG US KEEPTS CRASHING I WILL NEVER BE COOL LIKE YOU GAMERS
WILL TAKE A SAD NAP THEN LIVE OUT AMONG US DREAMS THROUGH TIKTOKS AND FANART THAT FOLLOW ME EVERYWHERE I GO
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MY SHIT SO SCUFFED I CAN’T PLAY AMONG US KEEPTS CRASHING I WILL NEVER BE COOL LIKE YOU GAMERS
WILL TAKE A SAD NAP THEN LIVE OUT AMONG US DREAMS THROUGH TIKTOKS AND FANART THAT FOLLOW ME EVERYWHERE I GO
#FUCK#DANG#DARN#AMONG US#PLEASE#LET ME PLAY#BIDEO GAME#I JUST WANNA BE LIKE#THE COOL KIDS#HIP YOUNG AND SPRITELY#LET ME GAME#I DON'T WANT TO BE LEFT BEHIND BY MY PEERS#THIS IS LIKE ME IN 2012#WHEN MY MOM WOULDN'T PAY FOR MINECRAFT#ARUAGH#I JUST WANT#A PLANT HEAD#AND A MINI ME SON#AND MURDER#AND LIES#AND OUTER SPACE
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