I’M JUST LIKE:
I can’t stop reblogging this little guy he is so cuuuuute.
Art dump part 4
okay story time
so my art teacher assigned us to do a chalk pastel still life of fruits n shit and I was like “no”
so I drew a banana instead.
and my teacher came by like “you need to have more than one fruit in your still life”
so I was like “k”
and so I put that cherry on top of the banana and titled it “Banana Split Without The Ice Cream Because Life Is Full Of Disappointments: By Fall Out Boy" and I turned that shit in.
My art teacher just started laughing out loud in the middle of class
this is my new favorite thing
I don’t know if this has been done yet, but here’s Poussey’s version of Amazing Grace
I watched this episode last night for the first time (yes, I know, I’m way late to the party) and my whole body got goosebumps.Played 2773 times.
Once you wash away all of the fluff and surface dust,
Things become a lot more black and white.
If you’re patient
And you dig your way through the rubble,
You begin to see the small pieces of human that were lost along the way.
Beneath all the metal and clockwork,
Beneath all of the frustrations
And tough exteriors,
You find flesh.
Flesh that’s real and fragile,
Flesh that’s been
Flesh that’s rough and calloused from being ripped at the seams and stitched back over because
Sometimes it’s just easier to hide the ugly parts than try to explain them.
It’s easier to pretend that nothing ever happened because the minute you crack,
The gates drown you in salt, and your flesh is raw and screaming
Right up against you
And it’s like it’s happening for the first time
And it feels like forever and all you can do is let the waves take you.
They toss you in and out and twist your heartstrings to a point where you just go limp
And wait for low tide.
And only sometimes,
After the wounds have been flushed out
And every grain of salt is gone,
You remember what it’s like to feel real.
You remember how to breathe
And breathe full.
You remember what it’s like to have flesh."
Life pulls you by the ankles and shoves you in every direction you weren’t trained for, and before you know it, you’re in your early twenties with this twisted web of double sided tape where your heart used to be. things get messy and people become fuzzy as they stick themselves up against you when you’re trying so desperately to peel off the other side. It’s hard and it’s painful but that’s usually when it ends up mattering the most. It’s the days you hadn’t planned for and the nights that unfolded without agenda. It’s the surprise weekend trip to your living room couch and it’s those eighteen minutes of your day that you didn’t think would touch him. it’s the stolen glances just below your waistline and it’s in every unforced smile. and one by one, it’s those cheesy, stackable moments that make you realise. the love that counts is never premeditated and the hardships that break you are what’s moulding your future. hindsight is always 20/20 even if you’ve wiped away those pesky, relentless smudge marks.