what a wonderful name for a wonderful experience

This appears to be the president’s "proof" that vandals are sabotaging the Reflecting Pool.

there are a few people actually whose blogs just look like this to me and i hope they know i still love them

CHAPPELL ROAN photographed by Ryan Lee Clemens

Everyone in the reblogs

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hm yes the mysterious handy tool for unusual home adventures with a twist my favorite device

Haha yeah man thats- youre gonna call who?

Yes I started two paintings today yes this one is 3x4 ft yes just the sketch layer alone was exhausting and yes I'm drooling at the mouth

Got a little carried away with the ooze

So glad I chose acrylic for this one bc one area dries as I work on another area and I can probably finish this big ole thing sooner than I thought. I'm gonna bring back the ooze but I just need to fix the faces first

So some changes were made tonight. I kinda felt like there was a little too much negative space in this one? Or there wasn't enough interesting shape? Whatever it was I felt like the big face wasn't hitting like I wanted it to. It wasn't conveying a clear emotion. So I added some hands of sorrow pulling down the face skin and and changed the direction the eyes were looking NOW I think we're cooking with something. The only downside is now I have to learn how to paint oblong hands and hands in general 😫

So this painting took another turn. What started off as just another hehe haha painting turned into like a visual representation of internal and external conflict and exhaustion while trying to keep your silly? When I'm not in a great mood I don't like to work on my main pieces bc I feel like it reflects in my art. So I kinda turned this into my "sad" painting and it was honestly therapeutic. Idk how much I have left to do, it could be a little bit or a lot, so I'm sure I'll be just as surprised as everybody else

I had to draw this

probably the one where I show up at his doorstep with a black eye and he opens the door in boxers and a white tank top and he leans against the doorframe looks me up and down and says you just can't stay outta trouble can you and I say I'm here ain't I and he says proves my point and I say fuck off and he chuckles and says get in here you're lettin all the air out and I follow him in and we sit on opposite ends of the same couch and he mutes the tv which I can't help but notice is playing a recording of one of my matches and he drapes an arm over the back of the couch and regards me with head tilted back kinda just showin me his jaw you know and he goes so what is this and I go gimme a break this ain't exactly easy for me and he says last time I see you you punch me in the gut and tell me to shove my ass up my ass which is impossible for the record and now you show up here lookin like you just went twelve rounds and I say maybe I did and he says how was it and I say you know how it was and he says I wanna hear you say it and I huff and say not the same and he says I think it looks good on you and I say would look better on you and he says I can give you more and we realize how close we are to each other and then he leans forward and I lean forward and we do kiss and then it's like all hell breaks loose and we're all over each other and minutes turn to hours turn to nights turn to months and before he knows it we're at the altar dressed to the nines and he's telling me I'm the best bad thing that ever happened to him and one of the bridesmaids wipes a tear from her eye and he cups a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me close and that's when I hit him with a right cross BAM works every fuckin time

great work everyone hit the bathhouse