Carol Sturka call me

Phillip Light

koujayn by marta mamon & hair by marília rohr

Woman Reading by Karl Alexander Wilke, 1912

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

got a little bit bored and did this

they just don’t do any classic homophobic children moments like this anymore 

we've successfully reached liveposting guys, here's something im currently working on

Eden Kalif, Good Cats

ok another one

Me: "Oh. Oh I'm physically experiencing the effects of secondhand embarrassment. You live like this? This is your life? Your interiority? If I was anything like this I'd kill myself I think."

Happy pride to those 5 seconds where Charlie Swan thought Jacob was coming out to him in the most insane way possible

Except in this one scene. She tears Grace apart, she lies to him to make it hurt more, because she's furious with him. Because he's disappointed her so profoundly. Because he couldn't do the right thing, and now she has to tear her heart out of her chest to do it for him. If he had only been brave enough to do the right thing, she could have said goodbye. Her last memory of her best friend could have been of somber solidarity, of pride in their shared purpose. But no. And now she has to live with the memory of him begging her for his life instead. She has to remember telling him no.