I know I already have a post about this exact gif but the way he looks back at the viewer has just enamoured me I constantly think back to it when my mind goes quiet; it’s like he was caught unsuspecting while bathing nude in a life giving spring, and rather than flee he decides to play with you, In one quick little glance he instructs you to give chase through the babbling pool through the gentle curtain of falling water into a luminescent cove full of treasures untold.
sometimes I see one of those aesthetic dorm room posts from a certain ridiculous liberal arts school I happen to attend and I just find it funny when I can identify the exact building in which the wes-andersony, meticulously arranged, heavily postered but otherwise mininmalist and well-lit room is located based on the window view and have vivid memories of sitting on a bare hardwood floor probably a mere few doors down from this platonic ideal of a dorm, drinking a fruit punch four loko and staring at the single haggard FYE pulp fiction poster clinging to the wall for dear life while a friend tries to kill a 3 inch long house centipede with a birkenstock
this isn’t meant to be a flex or to make fun of anyone because at the end of the day, dear reader, we’ve all gone into a tremendous amount of debt to occupy this area and I earnestly respect anyone who takes enough pride in that to tend to their living space so adoringly
sometimes I see one of those aesthetic dorm room posts from a certain ridiculous liberal arts school I happen to attend and I just find it funny when I can identify the exact building in which the wes-andersony, meticulously arranged, heavily postered but otherwise mininmalist and well-lit room is located based on the window view and have vivid memories of sitting on a bare hardwood floor probably a mere few doors down from this platonic ideal of a dorm, drinking a fruit punch four loko and staring at the single haggard FYE pulp fiction poster clinging to the wall for dear life while a friend tries to kill a 3 inch long house centipede with a birkenstock
i went looking for stuff on myspace and came across a ‘emo hate page’ and this was the only thing they had posted
I’m seeing a therapist and learning a lot about the actual definitions of trauma and being triggered, and she showed me this one trick that I thought I’d share bc it was really interesting and could be helpful to anyone
so I’ve always noticed when I’m nervous that I instinctively drum my hands alternately on the sides of my thighs, and apparently this is actually a rlly subtle unconscious coping mechanism bc it’s your brain trying to balance the activity between the right/left emotional/analytical parts of ur brain which is how we r supposed to regulate anxiety and the feeling of being triggered (since it’s like by definition irrational, gut emotions that take over ur logical mind when u get triggered) so apparently it’s a rlly easy, sneaky lil way to ground urself when u get triggered, to do any repetitive movement that u can do quickly that alternates between moving the right and left sides of ur body
this might be obvious already to everybody except for me but idk I found it really novel and interesting and I’ve been using it when I feel anxious or #triggered lately and it certainly doesn’t hurt!
I can’t take any criticism of female artists in indie/alternative/rock Seriously bc I’m always like…the 1975 are right there
not only did these fools get big off the Most incomprehensible music that didn’t even have the decency to, at the Very least, sound Good. they’re Still dropping terrible sounding music in 2018 with lyrics like “you make me hard but she makes me weak” like LSMLSJSKS??? Sir…you are a grown ass man. and somehow out of everyone They’re Not getting clowned to hell and back?? It doesnt add up
if y’all would oppress these famous indie dudes more we wouldn’t get shit like this
“[Artemisia] Gentileschi, however, brings out an element of the biblical story no male artist had ever dwelt on. In most paintings, including Caravaggio’s hallucinatory rendering, Judith has a servant who waits to collect the severed head. But Gentileschi makes the servant a strong young woman who actively participates in the killing. This does two things. It adds a savage realism that even Caravaggio never thought of – it would take two women to kill this brute. But it also gives the scene a revolutionary implication. “What,” wonders Gentileschi, “if women got together? Could we fight back against a world ruled by men?””
