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I just opened up a check in the mail, went to the ATM & found 20$ 😭 I’m not passing these shits up NO more on my mama!
im desperate
I FUCKING FOUND 20€ IN MY COAT INSIDE POCKET WGEJSGWJDGUAHA
Hell, why not? I’ll give it a crack.
AYYYYY LOOK WHAT YA GURL FOUND WEDGED IN THE FRONT PASSENGER SEAT AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE UNI TODAY
Harley & Ivy
This is why I love them!
Harley is an abuse survivor of course she’d wreck this dude!!!
Can I just say how much I love the implications here?
Harley and Ivy are known public figures. People know who they are, and recognize them. And this kid knows that, despite being violent criminals, they’re safe enough to go to for protection.
Ivy is dead certain that the Batfamily will be okay with them intervening to protect a kid. That has some intersting implications - either she knows damn well where the lines lie and that this is overriding enough to get her a pass, or (more likely, given the first bit) this has come up before.
one of my favorite tropes is villains acting heroically not because the other villain is a threat to them or because it benefits them, but because they have standards
^^^ That’s the good shit right there
Always reblog protector Harley and Ivy
if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it.
You missed some of the best ones
the best part about it is that the art installation isn’t actually called the Bean. It’s called Cloud Gate, and artist Anish Kapoor (yes, THAT Anish Kapoor) hates that we call it the Bean.
But i mean, look at it. It’s a bean.
How could you forget this one though
I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.
someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?
Alright sit down for some Art World Drama bcause this is what I live for.
So, sometime last year (?) science invented Vantablack, which is the darkest possible shade of black. Art world got incredibly excited. But as it needs to be very carefully made in a lab, it’s hard to get a hold of, and is extremely expensive. Enter Anish Kapoor, aka FuckFace McGee. Anish Kapoor buys the rights to Vantablack. He is the only human being on the planet that can legally use it, and he’s kind of a prick about it.
Art world is not thrilled with that.
Enter Stuart Semple.
Stuart Semple is an artist, and also makes pigments to sell in his free time. Stuart Semple is astoundingly pissed about this Vantablack nonsense, and Anish Kapoor’s dickery. Stuart Semple makes a new pigment, the brightest shade of pink ever, called Pinkest Pink, and puts it for sale on the internet. To be bought by everybody except Anish Kapoor. Literally, to purchase, you need to confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, do not associate with him, and will not sell or give the pigment to Anish Kapoor or his associates. Art world has a good laugh, everyone buys Pinkest Pink because it’s awesome, and damn it we deserve something.
Anish Kapoor however is a penis, and will not take this lying down, because HOW DARE he not have literally everything.
Anish Kapoor gets his London associates to buy him a thing of Pinkest Pink, and being such a classy human being, posts a picture to instagram of him with his middle finger covered in Pinkest Pink, captioned with “Up yours. #pink”
Everyone flips shit, because. Y’know. Fuck that guy. Especially Stuart Semple. For context here, Anish Kapoor is one of the richest artists on the planet, and has repeatedly been referred to as everything wrong with the art world, and the epitome of the art worlds elitism problem. He’s a giant douchebag. Meanwhile Stuart Semple makes pigments just to get them out there. He turns 0 profit from his now enourmously popular pigments.
Stuart Semple launches an investigation as to who the fuck leaked Pinkest Pink, and plans to strike back. He does so by releasing two new products. First is Diamond Dust, which is a glitter made from glass, so that a painting is still visible after it’s applied, but glitters like a mofo. It’s the most reflective glitter out there, and is available to everyone who isn’t Anish Kapoor. And it being made of glass, if you stick your finger in there, it’s going to hurt quite a bit, so that was Stuart Semple’s way of saying “shove your middle finger in this, asshole, see what happens”. Except without saying that, because he can get an insult across while still being fucking classy.
He also releases Black 2.0, created with the help of over a thousand artists worldwide.
Black 2.0 is the answer to Vantablack. Black 2.0 is a slightly less black black, but looks functionally the same to the human eye. It’s completely safe, smells like cherries, and costs four pounds. Vantablack is highly toxic, potentially explosive, needs to be applied in a special laboratory and sealed properly, can’t be moved across borders, can reach 300 degrees celsius if you’re not extremely careful, and costs thousands of dollars. Anish Kapoor is the only human being who can use Vantablack. He is the only human being who cannot use Black 2.0.
So I think we can guess who got the better deal.
And thus the feud ends, Kapoor defeated.
…But not quite.
Kapoor, in this entire afair, has made exactly two comments to the public. The first being his charming message about aquiring Pinkest Pink, the second being claiming to Buzzfeed that he and his small army of lawyers will be suing Semple, an extremely poor artist who cannot afford a lawyer.
No lawsuit has been made yet, fyi.
The point is, Kapoor is a prick, and doesn’t like talking to the lower classes. So one day in July 2017, he decides he needs another floor on his London studio apartment, and starts making arrangements to have it built. His neighbors are fucking pissed, because this will ruin the light of their apartments. They call to Semple to save them, or at the very least piss Kapoor off some more.
Semple answers to the call, and releases two new paints, Phaze and Shift, as always, banned to Kapoor. They change colours, Phaze with temperature, and Shift is just iridescent. Shift needs to be painted over Black 2.0 to work, and Phaze just works on its own.
So that’s been the art world for the last two years.
Basically, get fucked Anish Kapoor your bean sucks and so does your vantablack.
Reblogging for “By attending this event you confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, you are in no way affiliated with Anish Kapoor, you are not attending on behalf of Anish Kapoor or an associate of Anish Kapoor. To the best of your knowledge, information, and belief this event will not be attended by Anish Kapoor.”
ALSO HE JUST POSTED THIS!!!!!! LIGHTEST LIGHT!
I know this isn’t my art blog but this entire post gives me life
im sorry is that man holding a real actual miniature star in his hands
Y’all missed the best part about the lightest light, called aptly ‘Lit’. This is from their product page:
Two things:
1. “Anish Kapoor is however a penis” is the best line in this post.
2. I wish to be half as petty and half as awesome as Stuart Semple
I hope Stuart Semple is making a lot of money. What a good person.
Go support him the paint’s are pretty cheap and you get the added bonus of being one of many to help piss off Anish Kapoor
He is my fucking role model for pettiness oh my god
It got better! I’m also excited because he just released biodegradable glitter in non plastic containers! How amazing is that?! Stuart Semple, good guy for the planet and artists, fighter against the rich elite artist like asshole Kapoor.
oh dude hes metal as fuck
Every addition to this post is better than the last.
Me, being gay and having my blood drawn: so…what do you need my blood for again?
Stuart Semple: gonna make an anti-government t-shirt with it.
Me:
Me: :)
After seeing this, I wanted to go look more into Stuart semple’s stuff, and I found this
With this in the description
“Anyone*” I wonder who he could want to not have any England???
Stuart semple is great and he is out here fighting with wonderful pettiness
I strive to be as petty as Stuart Semple in life.
Me too.
Kapoor the colour hoarder
Is a penis
Tears,
Are made of moments, some are amazing and come with shaking excited hands that weave together with short gasps between words.
Those tears hold the moments that are longed to be remembered; sometimes, if one is lucky enough, renewing technology will keep the memory alive for decades just to be shared amongst friends and family.
Mind blowing happiness can move one to the most treasured of tears.
Though, through the happiness, there is always a following sadness. Tears made from these emotions come with heartbreak and utter emotional termoil.
Heartbreak is mixed with longing, disbelief, grief, and a continuing cycle of strife. These tears are wished away, but always find their way back at the least expecting moment in life.
Tears that have been bottled up for eons, waiting to be given into and just as they slip passed the rim - they’re shoved back in with a deep, shaky, and breaking breath. Only at the most convenient time can they be let out.
But these tears are rebellious, and never consider the result of their downfall.
Although, there are times that tears can allow a mental cleansing of busy thoughts and a wreaking mind. Taking the time to depressurize is, at times, a spring cleaning for a unbalanced emotional rollercoaster.
Tears can bring the greatest of moments, ones that are wanted. But, Life tends to follow strife just as missery loves company.
I see you,
Through the window.
Dancing like there’s a business holiday the next morning and you don’t have to attend the monotony that is work.
I see you,
Through multimedia.
With your friends, which I do believe that you need a new batch of as you look entirely uncomfortable in that photo.
I see you,
Through the aisles.
Shopping for fresh produce, and I also see you set the healthy food in it’s right full place and backtrack to the Hot Pocket display on aisle 13.
I see you,
Through shelves of the bookstore.
You make a show of reading a educational book over the French Revolution, I also watch as you put it down and grab a thick copy of ‘Fifty Shades of Gray’ and settle into a nearby seat as you open to the first page.
I see you,
Through the passing crowds.
You weave through the ignorant crowd with the grace of a seasoned New Yorker, your shoulder never seems to brush another.
I see you,
Through everything.
I see you,
Everywhere.
You are burned into my mind and I can’t help but follow you.
Through everything,
And everywhere.
I have learned;
That years pass with regret,
That days pass with longing,
That even tomorrow comes with yearning.
I have learned;
That pain comes with sorrow,
That heartache lasts forever,
That moments are fleeting and few.
I have learned;
That life is like a spool of yarn,
It comes in various lengths,
In a plethora of colors,
In widths fat
or
In widths thin.
But,
I have learned;
That in the end we have our use,
That we all become unraveled in the end.
POETRY CONTEST #1: OPEN NOW
Poetry Contest #1
Theme: A Lesson I’ve Learned
Format: Choose your own!
Deadline: TBD
Results: TBD
Tag: #lesson contest1
Summary: In this debut poetry contest, your theme is a lesson. Now this can be any lesson you’ve learned: a science class, or a possibly something you will never do again. No format specified so let your poetic soul go wild! The deadline for this is currently undetermined and will be announced on this account. Results date will also be announced with the deadline.
Side Notes: Have fun with this! A lesson isn’t always necessarily a bad thing, so explore this topic!
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Memories
Are shards of glass;
Some are sharp and cutting to the touch,
While others are rounded and safe to hold.
We are born with an empty pane;
That we fill with glass holding, sometimes, pain.
Other times we place it together with shining, reflecting pieces that we hold close to our edges.
Our most vulnerable is our middle;carefully pressed to fill the holes left.
The slightest touch of the glass pane would shatter.
And nothing would bring it together again.