THERE IS ACTUALLY NOT A BETTER FEELING THEN TO HAVE A BESTFRIEND WHO ALSO THINKS OF U AS THEIR BESTFRIEND
have you ever been reading something and completely understood a line of foreshadowing and just whispered “shit”
be there or
That square is 5 bees by 6 bees I’ll have you know that is a bee rectangle you have failed
im such a linguistics nerd so i just started thinking of when you start talking to someone new online and you have to learn all their personal tone indicators and what :) or any other smilie actually means to them and how after a while you can tell when something is wrong just because they type something differently than normal and we all just learn and adapt to this type of communication so quickly to make these wonderful online friendships and its kind of amazing
when u cum before u get to ur favorite part of the video
when ur carrying 2 plastic bags and both of them break at the same time
i’m not sure what just happened but it feels in balance….
I’ll never understand people who don’t drink alcohol
Maybe they know what alcohol can do to people, maybe they fear liver failure, maybe they had a family member or friend that died from an alcohol related accident, maybe they don’t feel the need or desire to drink, it’s really not that hard to comprehend
DO NOT DISMISS A SOMETHING A CHILD IS PROUD OF. LOOK AT IT. POINT SOMETHING OUT AND TELL THEM YOU LOVE IT. IF A CHILD DRAWS YOU A RAINBOW, TELL THEM YOU LOVE HOW IT HAS RED. THEY WILL THINK “WOW. IT DOES HAVE RED. THEY LOVE HOW I PUT RED IN IT. I PUT RED IN IT. AND THEY NOTICED.” MAKE SURE YOUR CHILD KNOWS YOU ARE PROUD OF THEM.
ok so i tried to do this
AND LOOK WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED
Its like midnight but I cant stop laughing help
or buy a fucking toaster oven jfc
One wouldn’t expect, looking at his 1919 painting Gassed, that John Singer Sargent could be described thus by the Art Institute of Chicago: “As one of the most sought-after and prolific portraitists of international high society, American expatriate John Singer Sargent painted the cosmopolitan world to which he belonged with elegance and a bravura touch.”
The dramatic composition and range of (highly expressive) emotion are very much his own, however.
In depicting the suffering victims of a World War I mustard gas attack, Sargent pulls no punches—the Imperial War Museum in London points out the “line of temporarily blinded soldiers in the background, one soldier leaning over vomiting onto the ground.”
Perhaps the most striking part of the painting isn’t the anguish. It’s the lack of anguish.
A number of the soldiers at the front of the composition lounge with an air more of boredom than despair, while in the distant background people play soccer in cheerful uniforms.
It’s that sense of normality—the complacency of the subjects—that makes the piece so incredibly gut-wrenching.