lol.
lol.
Shad and I, pre-orchestra concert.
I made a visit to an old folks home and I really liked it, so I felt like drawing some of the conversations. Here, and also here, which was really cute.
Hey there!
Whenever I post a photo of artwork from someone, I make the photo itself a link back to that artist’s webpage, so you can discover more of their work! I am a firm believer in giving credit, all the time, where you can, not just saying ‘look at this cool pic.’ Artists deserve better! Cool drawings don’t just appear out of nowhere, someone made them!
So, with that in mind, tell me: am I doing it right? I was thinking just now that maybe people just scroll through the pictures they see on tumblr, and don’t notice the way I’ve been linking them. Sometimes I say ‘click on the picture for more,’ but not all the time. Just making sure!
thanks guys, I am pretty new to tumblr, in case you haven’t noticed.
kate
Edit!
Very good very good! Thoughtful answers already. Do you know what? I’ve never noticed the ‘content source’ option on the right hand side of the posting section. It’s always embarrassin’ when something super obvious escapes your attention, but hey, it happens! Thanks friends! I’m glad I can get 40 000 people to appreciate what an oblivious dope I am.
ps: you’re the best
#blueeyedgirl #summertimesadness (Taken with instagram)
Me today
This girl used to make fun of me for being pale in middle school.
She weighs at least 300 pounds and according to Facebook, her interests include finding love, Brad Paisley and Jesus.
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it—
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?—
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot—
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.
It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
‘A miracle!’
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart—
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
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Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus (Awaiting tonight’s Mad Men episode entitled “Lady Lazarus”) |
Well, i got that job and i work full-time now. :) just incase anyone cares, no? Okay..