Yayoi Kusama’s “Fireflies on the Water” light installation at the Whitney Museum, 2012. Photos taken by Gabrielle Plucknette and are owned by the New York Times.
I got my first Wacom! Adjusting to it.
Ferdinand hadn’t made an appearance in a while, so I figured he might like to come back on this occasion with an important pro-choice, anti-bullshit message.
Custom Gears of War Xbox!
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Thought I’d put these all up in one spot, all of these are available as posters, they measure at around 18”x 24” in size with slight variations, and can now be bought for $25. If you’re interested, you can go ahead and message me which one, or however many, you’d like, give me an address to send it to, and then put the payment in my PayPal (the email is firstname.lastname@example.org). If you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask, I’m happy to help. Thanks for the love on these!
Lauren Bacall's first ever scene in her cinematic debut, To Have and Have Not (1944)
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.
In the event of a robopocalypse, we’ll probably need these badass mechs by Riyahd Cassiem to defeat the robot army.