Gold-From-Straw

theo van gogh was the one who suggested that his older brother vincent start seriously painting. as soon as theo was gainfully employed he gave vincent around 15% of his own yearly salary for art supplies, lodging, and food. about 2/3rds of vincent's surviving letters were to theo (including vincent's earliest and last letters), all of which were found stored in theo's desk. theo's child, vincent willem, was born on january 31st, 1890, and vincent was so delighted by his nephew that he painted almond blossoms for him. vincent shot himself half a year later on july 29th, 1890. theo's distress at his brother's death worsened his syphilis symptoms and he died half a year after his brother on january 25th, 1891 (four days before vincent willem's first birthday). theo was reburied next to vincent in auvers-sur-oise at the request of theo's wife johanna.

I don’t know about others but the only reason I put both is so that whichever someone clicks on, they will find my fic. So if there is supposed to be rules, I guarantee you that no writer knows these ones. We can barely get people to comment, you think we’re going to specifically choose & or / ? Hell no.

Someone comes to you for ice cream. You tell them your sundae has chocolate and peanut butter when it in fact only has chocolate. Folks who want just chocolate aren't going to order it. Folks who want just peanut butter aren't going to order it. Folks who want peanut butter and chocolate are going to be disappointed there's no peanut butter. Tags are an ingredients list. It's not that hard.

How can I say no to such a great photo and such a polite request?

i will always support this post

@mooserattler back on my dash!

Why isn’t this at a million notes, yet, Dante???

I’m not sure. Hey lovely people who have taken me over half way to a cool million! If you’d like to reblog again, I’d love that, if not, I still love you, and hope you’re having a great day. I’m gonna go do some stand up tonight.

god come on we’re so close. this is like the only meaningful thing that this website could ever achieve

@hellsite-hall-of-fame this post is from 2015

And we’re still reblogging it. Because we can. Because this picture of a guy holding a Family-Size box of Honey Nut Cheerios meant something, even if we’re never going to be sure of what.

Everything after (and including!) the question mark is the identifier. Destroy it!

Hey do you guys remember when Google worked. Do you. Do you remember when it worked better than the Tumblr search function.

Once more, Tumblr ends winning by just being there and doing nothing

youtubers should do reverse sponsorships. just interrupt the narrative of the video to shit-talk some random company for 1-2 minutes.

They do exist and we have to use them the next 1,246 days.

Walking tents are always fun, but the pants are what killed me. Then, fresh off that death, GIRAFFE.

It fuking wimdy

hello physically disabled person reading this. it is not your fault that your medical supplies are made from a lot of single use plastic and you can continue using them guilt free. your health comes first. thank you for existing.

WATERCOLOUR

I think "fuck you, I hate your work and I will do it myself and I will do it better" is a really funny and epic sentiment. i started publishing poetry because an ex boyfriend of mine was publishing really ass poetry in a bunch of journals and I was like "Jesus christ, this is garbage, I could do that, and I could do it better." now I have a page in the Academy of American Poets and I've published a full length collection and his website says "former poet." You should win by succeeding way harder than they do. Spite is a legitimate energy source.

I love knitting lace out of black yarn because it reminds me of 19th century gothic literature. Not being able to see my stitches doesn’t matter when I’m powered by the ghosts of Mary Shelley, Edgar Allan Poe, and the Brontë sisters.