I don’t want postmodern cheese

the sixth, the emperor's (t)reason, because i haven't drawn my faves in a month and that's illegal

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“A wall. Safety. Three hundred and sixty degrees, and also zero; everything and nothing. The infinite line in the finite space.”

mister will graham is fed up with everyone's shit.

song: no by meghan trainor

Hydrate Mather

Healthcare-Is-A-Right-Not-A-Privilege Bradford

Body Positivity Watts

WTF-the-Fuck Preston

Cinnamon Roll Milton

Y'all-Need-Jesus Henderson

Snape-Was-Not-a-Hero Whitaker

Battery Life Wiggins

Reblog-If-You-Agree Bolton

@Horse_ebooks Humphrey

Renewable Moore

I-Came-Out-to-Have-a-Good-Time-and-I’m-Honestly-Feeling-So-Attacked-Right-Now Rutherford

Representation Hopkins

Organic Hurst

Money Cat Wallington

Fuck-It Wentworth

Impeachment Shepard

Don’t-Forget-To-Like-And-Subscribe Simpson

Consent Pimple

I-Bless-the-Rains-Down-in-Africa Woodford

Green Hoyle

Social Anxiety Travers

At age 92, Tom Lehrer has put all his songs and lyrics in the public domain. Before he dies.

God love the man. 

The Brooklyn-based artist is working on Stolen, a series of partially filled-in depictions of Black people murdered by police. Each portrait remains incomplete as Brandon only colors one minute for each year of the subject’s life that was cut short. “Aside from being able to give the viewer a visual of the various ages affected by police violence, the timer creates a lot of anxiety for me as the artist,” he says, wondering, “’When is the timer going off?’ ‘Will I be able to finish this eye?’ ‘Damn, I haven’t even gotten to the lips yet.’” In a note to Colossal, Brandon expanded on the project:

Although this anxiety may seem minor in that the consequences for me are very low, it does really have an effect on me. Anxiety is a feeling that black people are far too familiar with, and to experience that feeling while illustrating these portraits allows each piece to feel like a performance. A lot of Black people are forced to live with this anxiety and accept it as part of our every day. But these feelings build up and are exhausting. I shouldn’t have to do a prayer every time I see police pursuing a Black person in the streets. I shouldn’t feel anxious when the police are talking to a person of color. I shouldn’t feel so damn anxious that I remove my hat and jewelry when the cops pull me over. I shouldn’t feel so anxious that I would second guess calling the police if I ever needed to. This series is pulling me in, in ways that art has never done.

aka I wrote a short story about a death curse, a lesbian arranged marriage to a stone cold fox, fancy cars, and the painful ordeal of Being Known

It’s up for free, but please also consider donating to the Patreon it’s posted at- proceeds to go an Italian charity supporting refugees