I just want to watch gifs of Sherlock crying over and over then I start crying and then it’s all wet and sad and I will sit and wait for him to come back.
That’s all.
okay, probs the last i’ll say about this as i by and large really do watch this show for the music, and i really am not all that invested in the lives of any of the characters, but, just. just, no, this is not how you handle a storyline about a teenage girl being outed as a lesbian in…
Such an awful episode. PREACH.
Allegory of Love, Syphillis and Honey
Bronzino is today’s featured artist on Cave to Canvas so I decided to finally tackle An Allegory with Venus and Cupid, a truly universal WTF work of art. Enjoy!
Agnolo Bronzino, An Allegory with Venus and Cupid, c. 1545, oil on panel. National Gallery, London
This is why I love Art History!
Do read, it’s hilarious.
“Big question, but to me, van Gogh is the finest painter of them all; certainly the most popular great painter of all time: The most beloved; his command of colour; the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world… no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.”
‘“Fat” is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
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JK Rowling PREACH |
I love trying to find a story behind art…There are so many possibilities here, I could just stare at it for hours.
This is what I imagine in my head when I hear ‘The Mourners of St Paul’s’ by Liam Frost and the Slowdown family. This sort of mood.
I like Glee, but I was never really sold by the idea that they were all somehow rejects.
Amazing! And so so true.
For Amy so she can reblog, I’m sorry everyone else for the double post!
Rebecca drew this for me :D :D
‘FÜR ELISE’? SERIOUSLY?
IF YOU WANT ‘FÜR ELISE’ WE CAN CALL PAUL SANDERS FROM DOWN THE STREET. HE’S TEN. HE GOES TO MILDRED O. SHELTER’S ELEMENTARY. HE CAN PROBABLY WOW YOU WITH HIS HEARTFELT AND SOULFUL TAKE ON ‘CHOPSTICKS’ WHEN HE’S DONE.
I GRADUATED FROM JUILLIARD, SO THIS IS MAURICE RAVEL’S ‘GASPARD DE LA NUIT’. PLEASE SHOW SOME RESPECT AND STOP EATING UNTIL I’VE FINISHED.
No words. It just adds to the surrealness of living with Naomi. She is so incredibly weird and deluded. She seems to think I care about her life.
