#we are the generation that grew up on angst and pain #that’s why we’re all fucking insane rn
I have never seen a comment on a post that is as true as this one.
My life makes sense now!
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Tracks
she has my vote
Instant win.
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this is exactly what the end of the semester feels like
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Did you hear about the Italian chef that died?
He pasta way.
we cannoli do so much
his legacy will become a pizza history.
here today, gone tomato
How sad that he ran out of thyme.
Sending olive my prayers to the family.
His wife is really upset. Cheese still not over it.
His family didn’t have a penne left after the funeral costs.
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invite me over to ur house it’ll be a blast ill pet your dog while ur parents yell at you
“…and that’s my presentation.”
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Wings
Movement and interactive relationship with the body has been the most important element throughout my body of work. However through these works, I also started to explore the mechanical structure as a form. Mechanical structure becomes the most enjoyable form to me as it becomes complex yet remains simple and coherent. The contrast between metal structural form and natural feather, together with the repetitive and whimsical movements of fragile wings, provokes the imagination and evolves the intimate relationship between work and viewer/wearer. Although the recent series, segmented wings have been focused on the formal challenge to engineer an intricate movement that simulates bird wings, these works are intended to be a series of poems in which I develope my own formal language, interpret the nature of wings, create various structural forms with movements, and share the metaphor, imagination, humor, with viewer/wearer.
Everything about this is beautiful.
Spread peace, love and light!
2012
DONE
I want to learn 1921-1928!
I have been waiting for this little guy to come back on my dash. He dances in sync with any music you play!
He’s dancing to Carry On My Wayward Son. It’s surreal.
AGAIN?! SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS. THIS TOOK UP ANOTHER 2 HOURS OF MY TIME TRYING TO DEFEAT IT. 2 FUCKING HOURS OF MY LIFE I WILL NEVER GET BACK. THIS IS LIKE CASTRATING MY INNER MUSICIAN. I TRIED GREGORIAN CHANTS, AFRICAN TRIBAL DRUMS, AND EVEN THE OLDEST SONG KNOWN TO MAN AND NOTHING FUCKING WORKS. I’M SO DONE WITH THIS SHIT. I’M GOING TO GO QUIT DREAMS NOW.
wow calm down bro whats ur prob
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My dog understands the word “No,” so how are you going to tell me teenage boys don’t know the difference between rape and consent?
sometimes i am buttercup and sometimes i am pablo
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