the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that
they keep calling Oppenheimer a theoretical physicist but there’s enough historical evidence for his existence that they should probably just admit he’s real
Customer: BORN GAY DMV: my instructions are to run any gay or lesbian plate by the review board, but as long as its positive it is acceptable… Customer’s last name is Gay.
I love being friends with a bunch of artists it’s so funny to see the contrast in art styles
Artist friend groups are like. Anime. Realistic portrait of a musician. Realistic portrait of a girl with some body horror. Guy who spent a lot of time on art youtube in 2018. Warrior cats fan, current or recovered. Guy who wants to be a cartoonist so so bad. Geometry. The most gorgeous rendering you’ve ever seen. Anime again but different this time
big fan of when a character dies and one of the people closest to them is so undone by grief and guilt that they start hallucinating them still being alive and having full blown conversations with them, only for it to be suddenly revealed that they’ve been interacting and conversing with their corpse this entire time while it becomes rotten and putrid and unrecognizable to everyone else. the gothic romance of it all.
and when the other people around them realize what’s up and get soooooo mad about it like oh my god that’s messed up that’s not healthy you need to stop you need help… don’t listen to them girl keep holding onto that bloated disintegrating corpse with a white knuckled grip until they have to physically tear you away from its side and you come away with handfuls of cloth and hair and fragments of bone clutched in your fists
thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.
this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!
almost peed my pants today when my bf told me about this dude in his hometown who dressed up like ryan gosling in Drive every day (including driving gloves) but did not own a car. bf was like “yeah we called him Walk”
We know that Facebook is brainscorching your parents and tiktok is brainscorching your cousins, but some of you refuse to admit that you got your brain scorched here. However unlike those sites there isn’t an algorithm here you just make bad choices.
That’s all we ever wanted. To arrive at Hell as a result of our own dubious navigation skills instead of as the result of Satan owning all the road sign companies.
