And you know what is freaking annoying? Movies are never real. Like not even a little.
Like no matter how realistic a painting is, it’ll always be an abstract representation. And movie’s are like that. Because no one ever has so many intimate confrontations as you see in movies. People aren’t like that.
But this is as close are you can get to it.
This is someone named Bryce. And that’s pretty much all i could tell you about him because i don’t know him neither
wait, wanna freak yourself out? Google a gooey duck. Don’t worry it’s just a type of clam or something. Yet i don’t wanna taint my tumblr by posting a picture of it. I’d never be able to look at my blog ever again.
Things I Haven’t Thought Throught a Whole Lot
So no two people in the world look alike.
But i feel like there are genres and templates for people. Which are also probably kinda culture specific. For example there is a whole bunch of Zach Galafanakis types showin up and a whole other lot of Thom Yorke types.
So i’m painting a self portrait in art. And it’s just weird looking at the individual features. and thinking about how ordinary they are. Yet so specific. That somehow the arrangement is so uniquely me. And its not even a subtle thing. I can alter something pretty significantly and it will still look like me. So what about it makes it so recognizable?
Yadunno
On the nature of cats
tall catz = humans
baby tall catz = human babies
catz = cats
baby catz = kittens
small cats = rats and stuff
baby small cats = things alina steps on
Ditiya,
My baby gurl. Bitten thumbs. A bitchy face, but they love her. A french pilgrim.
She has affairs with the men who hold the grades. A tricky slut. Four foot she can get away with this.
Excited by the least, impressed by little. She was born at an old age. My baby gurl.
Julianne is the nicest sweetest most beautifulest, creativest, smartest, poeticest, sXE-est, best gurlfriend evaaa!!!
this is prawbably the nicest thing deets has said to me :DD
Well this is probably the nicest poem anyone’s written 4 me =)
Ditiya,
My baby gurl. Bitten thumbs. A bitchy face, but they love her. A french pilgrim.
She has affairs with the men who hold the grades. A tricky slut. Four foot she can get away with this.
Excited by the least, impressed by little. She was born at an old age. My baby gurl.
Julianne is the nicest sweetest most beautifulest, creativest, smartest, poeticest, sXE-est, best gurlfriend evaaa!!!
Pooleanne
It’s there and then its gone. A wave crash. The wink of an eye. An art teacher that should know better. Except her winks are slow. You can catchem with a glove. And the idioms no one can catch. Not even with a bucket. Full of slip. Your hands are covered. Wipe the sides of your shit coil pot. is it gospel? no? Does it work? Yes!
you’re so funny!
