what if i came back to tumblr after like 3 years
i think anne magills paintings and Edward hoppers are like .. exact opposites. hoppers has the distinct clarity to it, a sharpness in the lines and the angles that contributes to an overwhelming sense of loneliness in almost every one of his paintings. even in his paintings that dont portray isolation there is a feeling of separation
loneliness vs. aloneness
magill, on the other hand, has this haziness to her paintings that emanates a warmth even when the subjects in her paintings are alone.
both paintings feel so comforting, and even in the second one where the girl is alone she is still in the presence of the visceral world around her - there’s a familiarity in magills painting that she captures nicely.
i guess i just think it’s interesting because hopper and magill are two of my favorite artists and they paint similar scenes with very different tones -
I’ve always thought that hoppers paintings are a snapshot of urban loneliness - the distinctness of it, the use of cool colors, the stark contrast between the people and their settings - whereas magills paintings seem almost like memories - their use of haziness and blurriness is exactly how someone would remember something, indistinct, full of feeling and lacking detail
Me and My Dog by boygenius // The Other Side by Dan Cornwell // Samson by Regina Spektor // Yellow Fields by Vincent Van Gogh // Crush by Richard Siken // The Lovers // Night Shift by Lucy Dacus
This is such an interesting dissection of a very common trope in writing female characters that I never really thought about before, but it’s so prevalent and so obvious and so fucking disgusting.
watch this. No. Seriously. Watch this.
Holy shit. Never even thought about this. But it’s so real
out of touch thursday
You like hurt/comfort because you like the idea that someone will comfort you when you are in pain.
Happiness Will Come To You.
when tho
When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March
reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!
lesbianism
lesbians respond to the word lesbian like it's their name
Vjeteslav Kliuchnikov
And when a six-foot tall Persian priestess with a fucking GOLD EYE speaks, you know you damn well listen to what she has to say.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
“I want you to remember how old this world is. I want you to think of all the times you could have been born. In the caves. Moss and dirt and spears. Amidst the gods and the demigods. The time of planets rotating around the earth. During the building of the pyramids. Hidden passages and large sphinxes. A hundred other decades / a thousand other years / a million other moments. But despite everything, we were born at the same time. We exist now, together – in the same place, breathing the same air. This is a formal thank you to the universe for allowing your birth to be the biggest miracle of my life. For letting you and I walk this earth at the same time.”
— Week 40 of 52 - Possibilities by Darshana Suresh
When everything IS fine but you can’t shake the feeling of impending doom
When the impending doom is your own self-sabotaging mindset waiting for things to go bad again when in periods of happiness or contentment