where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!
oh hey folks fun update, i found my passion again? i just had to find my right outlet, get to a place where I have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what I love, it’s all good and swell!
reblog this to find the right outlet, get to a place where you have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what you love, and rediscover your passion.
it was a fucking house phone that i was so stoked to have because it was mine that i kept in my own room and i cannot believe technology has progressed at the speed of FUCKING light to the point where this is a hilarious artifact to have had in like 6th grade and now theres kindergarteners with iphones
How did you know if you dialed the right number
each button made a different tone so the numbers you dialed a lot became a subconscious melody in your head and if you hit the wrong button by accident it would sound like a wrong note in a song you know by heart
i can’t beleive that is a legitimate question in my lifetime
Other acceptable answer: the wrong person answers on the other end.
Another acceptable answer: the robot lady comes on the phone and tells you number doesn’t exist.
one thing I don’t think people realize is that in arguments about human rights, it’s not about trying to persuade the other party. it’s not about them at all. they’ve already made up their mind.
it’s about persuading the audience.
if I call out my teacher on being homophobic I’m not trying to change his opinion. I’m trying to convince any closeted kids in the room that they’re not the monsters he’s made them out to be.
if I argue with my aunt about how racist she’s being it’s not because I expect to change her mind. it’s because I’m hoping to god my cousin’s kids hear and learn that maybe skin color doesn’t mean what she says it means.
people will try to hush you and say “they’re not going to change their minds, don’t bother” but it’s not about them. it was never about them.
There is something so primal about eating a pomegranate. U and ur friends just gathered around a single one cracked open, reaching in with ur greedy little fingers to shove the seeds in ur mouth while you get the flesh and juice all over the table
ppl are like “oh i don’t know how to eat a pomegranate” u have to activate your baby brain that’s it. you have to eat it like you’re 13 months old and nothing else matters
Currently on view at Joshua Liner Gallery in New York City is artist Riusuke Fukahori’s solo exhibition of three dimensional resin paintings entitled, “Goldfish Blossoms.”
As the gallery explains, “meticulously the artist paints the seemingly endless varieties of goldfish, and captures them swimming, frozen in resin. The artist uses this exhibition to highlight his world-renown technique that creates beautiful objects that exist as both paintings and sculpture. As you look into the vessels, the fish are indistinguishable from their living models.”
“Goldfish Blossoms” will be on view until January 19th, 2019.
