It Really Pisses Me Off How Easy It Is To Get Sad And Then How Long And Hard It Is To Get Happy Again

(yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist)

the humanity of the AIDS crisis: the ward by gideon mendel

colorized by me

Music typewriter from 1936.

i think the answer to more diverse art and media is not to keep going to fancy schools and forcing our way into these fields i think we just need to steal art supplies and tech and squat in buildings and show our own movies and pieces and concerts and everyone pays what they can and no one is turned down for being broke or bad and we just ignore every honor or award show ever

i can only relate to people who are complete loners & afraid of everything 

Animator Eric Larson uses two puppies as reference while he sketches scenes for Walt Disney's "One Hundred and One Dalmatians". 1960

Some More Aesthetic Playlists for Writing

For when you’re running through the streets of a steampunk city

For when you’re gettin’ lit and plunderin’ ships with your rowdy pirate crew

For when you’re exploring the surface of a new planet

For when you’re in a southern, mystical Wuthering Heights™️ situation

For when you’re roaming the fog ridden streets of Victorian London

For when you’re traveling Europe by train with your college friends in the 1900s alternatively light academia

For when you’re on a space adventure with a fearless band of friends

For when you’re wandering through the palace gardens awaiting an arraigned marriage

For when you’re sailing on the high seas and your crew is singing some shanties to keep the spirits up

For when you’re walking through the streets of a big city and you can’t help feeling like there’s something magical running through your veins

For when you’re experiencing the Highs and lows of aristocratic life

For when you’re chilling with your cyborg friends at an android jazz club

For when you’re monster hunting in a small woodland town

For when you’re making your way through a bustling town and trying to take in the beauty and splendor

small joys

sitting in the sun

reading a book so good you can’t put it down

warm blankets

drinking hot chocolate on cold stormy day

lying in bed while it rains outside

starting a new journal

ice cream

going on long walks while you listen to music

scented candles

long car drives

sitting on the beach, watching the ocean