Apologies for the terrible image quality - I’m lacking scanner access at the minute so I had to take these photos on my phone
I was reading hyperbole and a half’s blog entry explaining their experience of depression and decided to make another sketchy comic based on my experiences with anxiety, which is another mental illness I think people tend to misunderstand quite frequently
Hopefully this will be of use to some people - whether they suffer from anxiety themselves or if they just want to know more about it
let’s play a game called “are you staring at me because im hot or ugly”
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i have an essay about uganda due tomorrow and this is all i have so far
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(Turns out, I don’t really want Elementary to end.)
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Codex Seraphinianus, 1976-1978‘The Codex Seraphinianus is a book written and illustrated by Italian artist, architect and industrial designer Luigi Serafini, from 1976 to 1978. The book appears to be a visual encyclopedia of an unknown world, written in one of its languages, an alphabetic writing intended to be meaningless.’
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Décidément, le dernier numéro de Glamour regorge de perles. Cette fois c’est Léa Seydoux qui nous afflige :
Je suis séduite par les hommes cultivés. En revanche, une femme qui sait tout sur tout, je trouve ça beaucoup moins sexy, ça peut être même assez glaçant.
Et quand on lui demande si…
Ian McKellen, photograph by Graham Harrison (1981)… wow.
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French artist Xoil has a characteristic tattooing style that looks like he has stamped, stenciled, or drawn directly with a felt-tip pen on his clients’ bodies.
Breathtaking.
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"
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
— Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost (via didyouknowbirdscanlearnknewsongs)
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I did this so quickly. learned just today that 2 sexual assaults happened in my high school district while I was a sophomore… 2 years after they essentially taught us girls that if we got sexually assaulted, it was out fault. The principal tried to cover it up and the assaulter only got benched during the sport for a while. the victims got blamed and hurt by their peers. it’s what they were taught to do, anyways.
I feel too tired to move.
I told myself that when I graduated high school, I would write the school a letter. I regret that I never did.
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Ismail Bahri - Blood Ink (2009)
Tiny, careful droplets of black ink “drawing” the pores and wrinkles of his subjects, like traces of time.
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