So I went to an art exhibit recently, a collection of Native American art from pre-colonial times to the present. As you might guess, there were a few pieces whose artist was lost to time or erased. But instead of the usual “artist unknown” credit, the curators instead chose to label the artists as “Name Once Known”.
I think that’s amazing. It says, “we don’t know your name any longer; we’ll never know who you were, exactly. But you were a person once, and you mattered. You had a name, and you were loved, you had a life, and you made this art. And that means something. Your name was once known.”
umm… gneep?
i feel sorry for anyone who doesn't know the epic highs and highs of being a phannie in 2024
every single one of us is twisted by design and dispatches from the back of my mind say, "so long as we're here, everything is alright"
☹️ Dean likes cas so much. In season eight he likes cas soooooo much. He just likes him. He thinks he’s funny he likes talking to him. Forgot about this but when he finds cas in purgatory and asks. You doing okay? And cas goes. You mean am I still crazy? And Dean LAUGHS and is like yeah if you wanna be on the nose about it sure. And then cas goes off on his tangent and ends it with so we must ask “what is sane?” And Dean nods and goes that’s a good question. Cas has just said a lot of absolute bullshit for the record. And then Benny starts the third degree on cas and Dean is like. Stop. Cut it out. Leave him alone. Don’t worry about why he abandoned me. Cas had his reasons and now we found him and everything’s okay. And then of course. Cas is like I left to protect you. I prayed to you every night. I know. But I had to keep them away from you. This post is going to turn into one thousand words if I keep play by playing purgatory scenes but. And where’s the angel of course. Of course.
If someone beats you up for being "cishet white male" and nothing else, is this okay? Did you deserve it?
what if the world was made of pudding
you guys are all so funny tonight haha ;)… *let’s the strap of my dress fall down my shoulder*
george in golden hour......... ✨❤️
Heartache and sorrow 💍🫀🗡
"Each character has their own version of the afterlife Ranboo's is a field of sunflowers There Ranboo spends time with his friends made from his own recollections. But as he gradually loses his memory, friends disappear into an endless thicket of flowers"