February 2012
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I’m visiting home for a couple of days. My mother just saw the painting I last posted the progress of and had a little freak out that there’s a bandage on the woman’s arm and the distress in her voice really shocked me. That’s all she saw, nothing else, and I had to just pretty much ignore her and close the screen. It would be so cool if she saw how my brushstrokes have...
Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 27th
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Feb 27th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 8th
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A girl gets a positive comment on a facebook... →
humancomputer: cashcrab: A girl gets a positive comment on a facebook picture of herself. She comments back by saying “aww thanks :)”. The “aww thanks :)” comment inexplicably begins to get hundreds of likes per minute. Some of the likes are from people she isn’t even friends with. Some of the likes are from organisms that aren’t even people (panthers, centipedes, hawks, amoebas, etc). Some of...
Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Anonymous asked: Your Amazing, i love your artwork!
Feb 6th
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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January 2012
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Jan 30th
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I think I forgot why I’m predisposed to shutting myself off from other humans. I questioned why I’d do something that makes me lonely. Then something like this happens and I’m like, oh yeah, that’s why.
Jan 30th
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Jan 30th
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Jan 30th
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Jan 30th
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Jan 29th
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Jan 29th
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Jan 28th
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Jan 28th
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Jan 28th
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Jan 27th
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I just waited over a minute for one brush stroke...
This is fucked. I need my new computer. I need to rob a bank.
Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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Jan 26th
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Jan 26th
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Jan 26th
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I have kept a journal since I was like 13. The early ones are so embarrassing I can’t even read them now, yet I hold onto them and treat them like sacred artifacts. They contain a decade of my life. They are sometimes scary, often sad, occasionally even light-hearted and fluffy. Some pages are covered in blood and I don’t mean that metaphorically - I used to consider it an achievement...
Jan 25th
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Jan 25th
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Jan 24th
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Jan 24th
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Jan 23rd
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Jan 23rd
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Jan 23rd
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Jan 23rd
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I'm always writing 'shits' when I mean to write...
Someday this will mean the end of my professional life.
Jan 22nd