Pinned
look at my handsome little boy
Peanut
realistic coworker conversation
YIPPEE
Paintings of black women (cis-gender, trans, and gender fluid) in love, from Africa, the Caribbean, and the United States, and across 100 years in time. Because love is love. You can find them all as prints in my Etsy shop. Just click on the link here.
hey don’t cry, hornet sliding down slopes, ok?
I am obsessed with this botched restoration of a 19th century statue of saint anthony
Look at how yassified he is
St Cunthony of Servington
Had a dream last night that i was a knight and this bigger scarier knight had me on the ground and right before he swung his sword at my neck he said smth like "i mourn the loss of life for the tree who will become your coffin" which shouldnt have turned me on like it did but alas
@theshitpostcalligrapher I think I found one for you.
sweeeeeeet
ink: diamine oxblood
"For women, only one standard of female beauty is sanctioned: the girl. The great advantage men have is that our culture allows two standards of male beauty: the boy and the man. The beauty of a boy resembles the beauty of a girl. In both sexes it is a fragile kind of beauty and flourishes naturally only in the early part of the life-cycle. Happily, men are able to accept themselves under another standard of good looks — heavier, rougher, more thickly built. A man does not grieve when he loses the smooth, unlined, hairless skin of a boy. For he has only exchanged one form of attractiveness for another: the darker skin of a man’s face, roughened by daily shaving, showing the marks of emotion and the normal lines of age. There is no equivalent of this second standard for women. The single standard of beauty for women dictates that they must go on having clear skin. Every wrinkle, every line, every gray hair, is a defeat. No wonder that no boy minds becoming a man, while even the passage from girlhood to early womanhood is experienced by many women as their downfall, for all women are trained to want to continue looking like girls." — Excerpt from Susan Sontag's 1978 essay The Double Standard of Aging
fuck terry pulling no punches in this one
people will design soap dispensers and dish racks and go like it's okay if this is capable of getting rusty, right. that's an acceptable weak point for an item whose sole immutable destiny is to get wet every time it's used, right