kazoosandfannypacks:

whump-it-like-its-hot:

So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?

“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”

And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.

Saying “I’m not going to draw this thing because I don’t know how to draw this thing” is really shooting yourself in the foot, because you’ve now cut yourself off from an opportunity to grow.

I had a friend in college who was an absolutely amazing artist. I loved seeing his work! One time I said something to the effect of “I could never do that.”

He told me something that, as an artist, I resonate with. He said art isn’t about natural talent; it’s a learned skill. When you tell an artist their level of skill is impossible for you to reach, you’re assuming their level of skill is a natural gifting they have, and it discredits the hundreds to thousands of hours of hard work they’ve put into getting where they are today, and you’re cutting yourself off from trying to reach that point yourself.

(via greasy-ice-cream)

silverspleen:

Every time I see that G–gle phone photoshop commercial my heart is filled with infinite sadness, like, yeah it’s cool you can have a good family photo, it’s cool you can do that, but god, there is something to be said for the honesty of a family photo where you’re blinking, or crying, or have ugly wrinkles.

What is too unsightly for you? Would you swipe-click-replace out the image of my cousin crying on our Florida trip family reunion photo? Would you remove the plastic snake I have clenched in my grip, which I still have to this day? Would you scoff at the wrinkles around our eyes and the strands of hair on our faces as we squint into the wind, the day before the massive storm? Would I remember it if I didn’t have these reminders, if the picture was perfect and clean, all children in a row with perfect gleaming white tombstone tooth smiles? No tears. No plastic snake.

Everyone is beautiful and no one looks genuine.

(via mistress-of-science)

leviismybby:

Ah…Levi has such a way with words 🤍

platina-inc:

See you, Hange.

sakurajoi:

First snowfall

ghosty-ish:

thecapslockbrony:

luftblumen:

malcolm-f-tucker:

I wish people would stop saying “It’s July. Well done for wasting half a year.” Did you make someone smile in the past six months? Did you stroke a cat or throw a stick for a dog? Did you learn a new fact or teach someone a new joke? Did you laugh, cry, scream or sing in the past six months? Because if so, congratulations for not wasting your time at all.

I really needed this

I’m bringing this back for December to remind everyone.

You did not waste your year.

If you made it this far, that’s already not wasting your year.

You made it through the year, you laughed, you cried, you smiled, you saw the sun and felt the rain, and most importantly, you’re still here.

You did not waste your year.

You mad it this far, and I’m proud of you.

(via made-of-ink)

callmehira:

pencilandinks:

kosmogrl:

(via leftboob-enthusiast)

ttoya:

love is the most twisted curse of all.

madarasfloofyhair:

the gojo getou storyline makes me unhinged for so many reasons. it’s told totally out of order. you meet getou’s corpse first, then watch gojo kill him in the film after getou’s gone insane, and then you see their friendship. that friendship that’s just two teenagers and all it’s fun chaos and conflicting ideals. then. toji happens. and both of them during this period were SO CLOSE to being the only ones who understood each other. so close to being able to see through one another– “you haven’t released your technique yet, have you? you’ve not slept either, and I bet you’re not gonna sleep tonight either-” and “suguru… have you lose weight?” and yet their friendship, the trust between them, “after all, we’re the strongest”, was splitting at the seams the more what they could individually tolerate changed. gojo had awakening by himself, accepted himself as THE strongest, felt a little untouchable and so able to change things, was choosing teaching and facing the elders– and getou’s conflicting ideals and sacrifices in all his comparative powerlessness as missions by himself piled up sent him spiraling. the dam breaks and getou takes his own route and so becomes a wound gojo would hold onto for the rest of his life. a pain that would be weaponised against him. it’s feels like such a flip from adult gojo being seemingly too cool, uncaring and childish, when in fact it’s getou who treats their past friendship as some trivial teenage stuff, while gojo holds onto everything with deep regret, and later with deep betrayal at seeing getou’s corpse used this way.

xo-romiiarts:

HEAR ME OUT..

miles-chainsaw:

just remembered that betta fish can’t share a tank bc they’ll kill each other and i’m actually being so good and normal about it

nicostiel:

GOJO & GETO in JUJUSTU KAISEN 0