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Body Bakery: Bread imitating Gore  by Kittiwat Unarrom

This brings weird to a whole new level. Thai Fine Art student and artist Kittiwat Unarrom is the son of a baker. All that baking exposure growing up has been a clear influence, but his artistic need to see things a little differently definitely flared up as he created the tacitly named “Body Bakery” – brutally, gruesomely, almost unbelievably realistic looking sculptures of dismembered human body parts sculpted entirely from bread.

With a master in Fine Arts Kittiwat Unarrom creates sculpture in bread. Not just normal sculpture but horror, dark art, gore, something I don’t know if I could actually eat. Located in Ratchaburi, Thailand Kittiwat creates feet, hands, heads, and internal organs among other body parts all entirely edible and for sale at his family’s bakery. He skillfully paints each piece to look terrifying to the observer/customer.

@lostin_hell O____O

I wanted to do this with cakes

I’ll move to Wellington, let’s start a gore bakery.

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humanized ponies with cutie mark clips (◡‿◡✿)

i also do commissions (・▽・)

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Nicaraguan guerrinna sister breast feeding her baby during the Contra War. Orlando Valenzuela’s photography captures the femininity of revolutionary Sandinista women so beautifully.

“I have learned that a woman can be a fighter, a freedom fighter, a political activist, and that she can fall in love and be loved. She can be married, have children, be a mother. Revolution must mean life also; every aspect of life.” Leila Khaled

i mean—i love this picture. i really do. it calls to mind the other picture of a woman breast feeding her baby talking to hugo chavez. but…i’ve seen it reblogged so so so many times these past few days—and some poeple have a legitimate right to, as they are latina and this is their history or they’re women of color and i trust that they reblog this critically or aware of context— and other people …i don’t know. this picture coupled with the other pictures of women (mostly women from the global south or carribean islands that i’ve seen) in soldadera gear with guns and in formations…

i’ve been thinking a lot about this poem and wondering in what world we think that being a mami during war time is beautiful or inspiring. (p.s. also not sure how i feel about a palestinian woman being used to speak for a nicaraguan woman):

By Jo Carrillo

Our white sisters
radical friends
love to own pictures of us
sitting at a factory machine
wielding a machete
in our bright bandanas
holding brown yellow black red children
reading books from literacy campaigns
holding machine guns bayonets bombs knives
Our white sisters
radical friends
should think
again.

Our white sisters
radical friends
love to own pictures of us
walking to the fields in the hot sun
with straw hat on head if brown
bandana if black
in bright embroidered shirts
holding brown yellow black red children
reading books from literacy campaigns
smiling.
Our white sisters
should think again.
No one smiles
at the beginning of a day spent
digging for souvenir chunks of uranium
of cleaning up after
our white sisters
radical friends.

And when our white sisters
radical friends see us
in the flesh
not as a picture they own,
they are not quite sure
if
they like us as much.
We’re not as happy as we look
on
their
wall.

“And When You Leave, Take Your Pictures With You,” published in This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, 2nd ed., 1983

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“Killed 99 bears”

a fact that if actually accomplished, should be put on a tombstone.

My favorite part is “We hope he has gone to rest.” What, like… they weren’t sure? Maybe, if ever the bear uprising should start again, he would rise from the ground to finish what he started and slay that 100th bear?

Was this man so powerful they are concerned he might not have decided to rest at all and is simply biding his time?

The bears made that tombstone.

A warning, and a prayer.

That he really, truely stays down.

This is too badass not to reblog.

hes got 99 problems but a bear aint one

Actually, considering he stopped just shy of an even hundred bears…..I’d say the last one bear probably was the problem.

That’s because the 100th bear was the boss. Boss fights will forever be a bear fighter’s doom.

And he looked down at the man, who seemed no bigger than a cub and raised a paw to his chest, as he said,

“Good Sir, you’ve nearly made this world unbearable.”

And before Mr. Whitehead could draw his Bear Killing knife (Made popular and possible by one David Crockett) or put on a fashionable pair of vintage sunlight filters over his eyes and speak an affirmative in an exaggerated fashion, the bear swiped down at him once and ripped his face clean off.

Almost unbearable indeed.