Just a set of quick photos I did for class.
you lost all your energy before you even walked out the door? you lazy bum
That’s exactly what a monday feels like
kinda what social anxiety feels like
I’M GONNA DO IT I’M GONNA DO THE THING WITH THE PEOPLE
*gets to door*
wait never mind i need to alphabetize my sock drawer
this is what chronic illness looks like. :( this is what I go through every single day. Only I’m at half empty before I even get out of bed… :\
exactly what chronic illness looks like. mental or physical. this is a great illustration, which perhaps people with more empathy than “you lazy bum” can relate to.
IM SCREAMIBG WITH LAUGHTER THESE GIRLS ARE MY HEROES
SHOTS FUCKING FIRED
For anyone not familiar with how modern country sounds, these girls are calling out ACTUAL songs like making blatant references to ACTUAL lyrics from other songs on the radio.
And its fucking FLAWLESS OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING.
One of the reasons I stopped listening to country was, when I was a kid, the radio was full of songs by women and songs that talked about women like they were actual people.
Now so many of the songs dont give women a personality, just describe things about them like their legs, their lips, how they look in your truck. Its just SO much objectification.
My sister just showed me this and its ADSFHASDFKLLKFH she even said she heard it on the radio im so happy
"I aint your tan legged juliet" IM SCREECHING
I might be in love please send help
I actually don’t like country music, but this is AWESOME!
At the intersection of watching Eat Pray Love for the first time at midnight and my usual background brain track of DS9 strange stuff happens. I’m picturing Garak who’s been wearing like thermals as an under layer for the past nine years finally getting back to Cardassia, which is a horrible wreck of course and Julian is back on DS9 and nothing was ever resolved between them and everything is terrible and one day to cheer himself up, sort of laughing at the absurdity of it all, he trades some of his plants for scraps of fine cloth at a market and makes himself a lacy lingerie set.
Naturally that’s the exact week a certain Dr. Bashir shows up on his doorstep.