I am a lifelong feminist who dislikes media’s manipulation of the idealized female image but god help me I can binge watch America’s Next Top Model like no one’s business
Jacobi de Ancharano (alias de Teramo), Litigatio Christi cum Belial, verdeutscht - BSB Cgm 48 ([S.l.] 1461)
You don’t often see demons wearing glasses.
can we please discuss what the fuck is wrong with pennsylvania
Two Lick Valley??? NOOOOO
My favorite road sign in the entire world is one by where I used to work. It’s at a relatively busy interchange, so I’ve never been able to get a picture of it. It has two place names with arrows directing you towards them.
I love it. You can go to west to Freedom or east to the Moon. There are no other choices. It’s such a fairytale road sign. [I went fifteen miles out of my way to get my drivers’ license in Freedom because I thought it was funny.]
Man who had sex with lana del rey
Vine by demi, king of trash mountain
So this is it. My grad work. Finally I am posting this.
It’s called "Ab ovo", which can be vaguely translated from Latin as “from the very beginning”. It’s a classic tapestry woven using cotton, wool, acryle, lurex and god knows what else, which measures 2,2 x 3,3 m and took me about 6 months of on and off work.
This is the largest work I’ve ever made and, by far, the most labor intensive. It received highly positive reviews during the grad show and was graded A+ by the board. After all the effort, I really was so, so relieved.
Don’t you mind me, I’m just there for scale : ) (But do check out my dress!)
Akin to an eagle
how Kalinga women are tough, proud, and dance like a soaring eagle who looks down on earth.
I had a dream about a library once, but instead of books, it was a library of people. And instead of reading, you walked up to these people, and they would look at you for a long while, and then they would whisper in your ear. But the whispering wasn’t in any language. It was a kind of glossolalia or something subvocalized you couldn’t understand. And you couldn’t seek any specific knowledge from these “books.” You had to be accepted by them first, and then they would decide what they would let you “read.” And sometimes three or four of the “books” would gather around and take turns whispering, completing each other’s sentences.
When you left the library, you weren’t sure what you’d learned, but the knowledge always revealed itself eventually.