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what a time to be alive
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I love you all
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I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
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I want to tell a story to the artists and would-be artists out there.
When I was 19, I made a large oil painting of the nerd I would eventually marry. I poured all my attention and care into this painting. It's the only art I have from back then that still holds up as a work I'm proud of today.
I entered it into a judged show at the local art center. It got an honorable mention. I went to see the show with my beloved model. One of the judges came up to talk to me, and highlighted that all the judges really liked the painting. It would have placed, except, you see, the feet were incorrect. They were too wide and short, and if I just studied a bit more anatomy-
I called over my future wife, and asked her to take off her shoe. Being already very used to humoring me, she did. The judge looked at her very short, very wide little foot. Exactly as I'd lovingly rendered it. I would never edit her appearance in any way.
The judge looked me in the eye, and to his credit, he really looked like he meant it when he said "Oh I'm so sorry."
Anyways the moral of the story is that all of those anatomy books that teach you proportions are either showing you averages, or a very specific idea of an idealized body. Actual bodies are much more varied than that.
So don't forget to draw from observation, and remember that humans aren't mass produced mannequins. Delight in our variation. Because it's supposed to be there.
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five recipes for an exciting life (in my opinion)
spending enough time creating things with your hands (baking, drawing, scrapbooking, doodling, crocheting, journaling and so on)
keeping track of things like pretty skies, milestones, happy memories, appointments you're looking forward to
listening to music that genuinely makes you feel happy and energetic
making a habit of reaching out to people in a way that's comfortable to you (i send my dad songs he might like, my friend sends me monthly life updates)
being kind to all your five senses → like investing in a scented candle or essential oil dispenser or body mist, having a soft blanket or socks (or a soft animal to pet), listening to birdsong or the rain, looking at the sky more often, and having your favorite foods enough times
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my favorite genre of women is running from creepy castles/houses
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there’s something so frustrating about having been in love with someone. i hate that i cared so much about someone who never cared about me like that. and i hate that the love turns into hate, i hate that i’m sitting here thinking about him when i have so many things i’d rather put my mind towards.
manipulation infects your mind like a gross slimy disease you can’t rid yourself off, it’s an addiction that you never get over. i’ll always assume that those who say they love me are lying through their teeth. it’s so hard for me to trust anything now, i’ll read into every tiny detail until i’ve convinced myself you hate me.
i’m sorry
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There's a cinematic equivalent of "this meeting could have been an email" where you get about two hours into a feature-length blockbuster and it occurs to you that this would have lost nothing meaningful if it had been a ten-minute short film on YouTube.
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Moments in time, preserved through sentiments Twitter | Ko-Fi | Patreon
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i got 20k mins on spotify but i just know it would be double if you counted my cd use
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me and my brother the physical media brothers
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he fell asleep during silent hill 😔
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it’s true, we’ll always be right
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sometimes my parents will say that thing that’s like “would your child self be proud of who you are now” and i wholeheartedly believe that if i finally got around to making a time machine and went and saw little 12 year old me that she’d have an absolute fit because i am exactly who i wanted to be when i was a child what the fuck are you talking about.
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it’s alr sunday wtf.
enjoy your weekend. beause monday gonna be here in 3 minutes.
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ever notice that the mean voice in ur head that insults u is awful confident for something thats literally never done anything in its life except be mean to you… like… one of us is pathetic and its not me buddy… get a hobby… yikes
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WHEN MY TIME COMES AROUND LAY ME GENTLY IN THE COLD DARK EARTH NO GRAVE COULD HOLD MY BODY DOWN ILL CRAWL BACK TO HER
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“I am condemned to be free.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness
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Parts of a Script📓 (1/2)
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