I dwell in bullshit

aka small town TX. HELP ME.

Daniel Radcliffe - A Christmas Carol (Tom Lehrer)

dehaanradcliffe:

Tumblr search didn’t lead me to anything about this so I’m uploading it! This is Dan Rad singing Tom Lehrer’s “A Christmas Carol”!

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“ Dorothy Lathrop (American, 1891-1980)
Spring Song, 1930
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Dorothy Lathrop (American, 1891-1980)

Spring Song, 1930

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“ Dorothy Lathrop - Illustration for “Mopsa the Fairy“
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Dorothy Lathrop - Illustration for “Mopsa the Fairy“

The Stars

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Stars by Dorothy Lathrop (1891 - 1980)

Stars, 1930, ink on illustration board, approx 13 x 10 inches. Illustration for Sarah Teasdale, Stars Tonight, New York: Macmillan Company, 1930. Private collection


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Atrological Map for “Cartographer’s Delight” by Becca Stadtlander


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Pattern Galaxy by Eleaxart


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Superstar New York by Bianca Green

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“ “ Dorothy Lathrop
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Dorothy Lathrop

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“ Dorothy P. Lathrop (1891-1980) - from “Down-Adown-Derry” (1922) , written by Walter De La Mare [x]
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Dorothy P. Lathrop (1891-1980) - from “Down-Adown-Derry” (1922) , written by Walter De La Mare [x]

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Illustrated by Dorothy P. Lathrop (1891-1980) - from “Down-Adown-Derry” (1922) , written by Walter De La Mare.  [ via / archive.org / see more → no.1 ]


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Hear from Please Touch the Art artist Jeppe Hein as he kicks off our Fall season of Talks at The New School! Tuesday September 29, 6:30pm. $10/students free!

Part performance, part audience participation game, and part interview, the event invites audience members to join Jeppe in an unexpected and revealing look at his practice. 

We Are All Confident Idiots

uhhmeliabedelia:

“What’s curious is that, in many cases, incompetence does not leave people disoriented, perplexed, or cautious. Instead, the incompetent are often blessed with an inappropriate confidence, buoyed by something that feels to them like knowledge.”


“Then, of course, there is the problem of rampant misinformation in places that, unlike classrooms, are hard to control—like the Internet and news media. In these Wild West settings, it’s best not to repeat common misbeliefs at all. Telling people that Barack Obama is not a Muslim fails to change many people’s minds, because they frequently remember everything that was said—except for the crucial qualifier “not.” Rather, to successfully eradicate a misbelief requires not only removing the misbelief, but filling the void left behind (“Obama was baptized in 1988 as a member of the United Church of Christ”). If repeating the misbelief is absolutely necessary, researchers have found it helps to provide clear and repeated warnings that the misbelief is false. I repeat, false.”

“For individuals, the trick is to be your own devil’s advocate: to think through how your favored conclusions might be misguided; to ask yourself how you might be wrong, or how things might turn out differently from what you expect. It helps to try practicing what the psychologist Charles Lord calls “considering the opposite.” To do this, I often imagine myself in a future in which I have turned out to be wrong in a decision, and then consider what the likeliest path was that led to my failure. And lastly: Seek advice. Other people may have their own misbeliefs, but a discussion can often be sufficient to rid a serious person of his or her most egregious misconceptions.”

“Because it’s so easy to judge the idiocy of others, it may be sorely tempting to think this doesn’t apply to you. But the problem of unrecognized ignorance is one that visits us all.”

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“The other night I called the boy
who use to love me and softened my nails
against my teeth until he said my name.
I’ll do things like that sometimes, just for
the thrill of it. Meanwhile, the current boy says,
‘don’t you have anything else in your wardrobe
besides black?’ Once he told me that I even
smell lonely. Cinnamon rubbed into my wrists,
salt sprinkled at my hairline; this is how I keep
my body mine. This city drags me by my hair,
rips potholes into my stomach. I watch the news
and choke on the list of the dead. I don’t count
the miles but I know the exact distance I am
from home. Sometimes I am jolted awake from
dreams about men who are disguised as wolves.
At seven, my idea of love was my mother singing
patiently to the pear tree in the backyard. Now
I beg for it like a dog at the dinner table nuzzling
your knee, drooling all over your best pair of shoes.
I only wear lipstick when I want my mouth
to be noticed. There is so much that I don’t want
to do anymore and I am running and running.
Sometimes I scale my own body looking for
a window just to see if the light is on.”

—   Kristina Haynes, “Honest”  (via infinitejvst)

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fetishizing fat bodies does not make you body positive

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