Don’t ever try to tell me this isn’t art. This is fucking art.
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Damn…..
At very first I like, didn’t understand what he was doing with the palette knife, and then I was like YOU ARE NOT YOU FUCKING FUCK
that’s amazing
You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
god whenever i see those jokes that are like.. “haha lads we put glasses on the floor at the MET and everyone thought it was art jokes on them” jokes on you bitch! you put something out there in a context of display + consumption of art and people took it seriously because that is what the social etiquette of galleries impedes the viewer to do and you drew a response and reaction out of them and then thousands of other people by laughing at them. you made art bitch. you simulated the experience then proved your own joke with you as the punchline bitch. not the viewers.
…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
(via goodreadss)
romeo? romeo? wherefore art thou romeo? oh my fucking god he fucking dead
stop hating on girls who wanna kiss people in museums or aquariums or art galleries stop hating on girls who want things that might be cliche stop hating on girls who want boys to treat them like they’re magic i will protect all girls with my life and just because they care about things that you don’t doesn’t give you the right to belittle them ok i will fight u
Cause of Death: Lip encouraging Debbie’s art like the good father that he is.
Suddenly my life changed from full on clubbing to having a boyfriend at art school in London who used to write to me all the time saying he loved me and telling me about his life at college and his band. My parents really liked him, and he could drive, and I saw him every weekend. He would phone and we’d chat and he’d come to get me and we’d do some cool stuff. But mostly we’d listen to music and chat about college and have fun going to the cinema and all those things, really. We were very close, he wanted photos of me and sent me photos of himself. We discussed all things in the universe and under the sun; marriage, children, love, sex, books, literature, the world, philosophy, art, music, poetry.
why is it that in movies girls only talk about boys when in real life my girl friends and I talk about fashion, human rights, politics, make up, art, literature, sports, buying cars, renting apartments, family problems, social networking, career aspirations, periods, child birth, university life, how our day went, religion, science, food, academics, sex changes…
literally any & everything besides boys.
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